Welcome to my new series, the Countdown to I do. Yes, you read correctly, we’re engaged!
I don’t think it will come as a shock to anyone who read my first Roaccutane Diaries update, as I mentioned in the post that I was getting married. Yes, I knew I am getting married before we got engaged.
It actually all started around our anniversary (okay, it started last August when Rickus asked me for my ring size, but life got in the way and ring-shopping didn’t happen), about a week before my in-laws arrived for their annual visit. We’d had a few casual chats about getting married, and I know that one night in a drunken stupor (not his fault, just bad food to alcohol ratio) he asked my Dad for my hand but my Dad refused and told Rickus to come back when he was sober. That didn’t happen, and then it was too late. Back to April we jump and Rickus told me he was going to inform his folks of his intentions while they were here on holiday. This fit perfectly into our plans, as we also wanted to ask them if we could use the farm as the venue. The farm is a beautiful, rustic game lodge in the heart of the Mabula reserve, with grassy lawns, and it’s small so we are forced to invite only the people closest to us. After much discussion, a date was chosen, and Rickus’ mother offered us her ring. The ring in question was her engagement ring given to her by Rickus’ father, who passed in 2010. Of course it’s very special to him, and while it’s not what I wanted I’m more than happy to compromise, at the end of the day it’s just a ring.
A few days after his parents left, his Mom sent the ring via courier, and it arrived. This is what it looked like
Not really my style …
So after much umming and aahing, I decided that it needs a revamp. I cleared the revamp with Rickus and MIL, and off I popped to the jeweller. I made use of Charly Mingas Jewellers in Stellenbosch, and while they are a bit slow, they do an amazing job. This is what I have now.
Once I had my ring back in my dirty paws, I had to give it back to Rickus, who wanted to do thigs the old-fashioned way, and be proper about things. Bless, he really did want to be properly traditional, he’d even asked my mom’s permission, and wanted nothing more than a romantic, perfect proposal. The only issue: I’m sick and impatient. Illness makes me grumpy (thank goodness vows have that “in sickness” clause built in), and impatience even more so. (Remind me again why he signed up for this?). Anyway, he came home late on Tuesday night, after having a drink with the guys at work, to find me in bed, tissues shoved up my very red nose, and I asked him to fill my bowl with food because I wanted seconds. Next thing I hear banging and clattering in the kitchen and a small voice asking me to come help, because he’d made a mess. As I walked into the kitchen I could see him on his haunches, but the kitchen counter hid what he was doing. I of course assumed he was tidying up his mess. As I rounded the corner, he was on one knee, and he asked me to marry him. I think it took me about 10 minutes and 2 high fives to actually say yes, and thus we are engaged. It may seem like an odd proposal, but my puppies were present, and they jumped against Rickus while he was proposing, and I like to think they were giving us their stamp of approval. Of course, I couldn’t even kiss him because I’m teaming with bacteria!
And now we’re engaged. Now the planning starts. We’ve already set a date, 30th April 2016. I have a maid of honor, and a dress (remember, I’ve had quite a bit of time to plan this before we got engaged). The lovely Grethe will be doing our photos, and it’s so lovely to know that a long-time friend will be in charge of capturing our day, because at the end of it all, photos really are all you have left.
If I haven’t thanked you for your wishes yet, do know that we are all incredibly grateful for all the well wishes! There were so many that it’s so hard to thank everyone individually. We are both so thrilled and so looking forward to the next phase of our lives.
Until next time x
Hugs & sloppy doxie kisses