Let’s just take it back to Friday when I had to drive to Chicago for an interview.
I was extremely excited about this position: PR for a start-up in Greek Town that produces premium, 100% natural, human-grade dog treats called Lincoln Bark. The thought of doing PR for a start-up is a dream to me, especially a company like this with so much potential with a product I believe in!
I immediately fell in love with the owner, and we sat and chatted for two hours. She offered me the job on the spot, but it was only for two days a week. I didn’t think 1. that would be nearly enough time for me to accomplish what the company needs and 2. that wouldn’t be enough money for me to live on. This was a great opportunity though! She told me to think about it and talk it over with Paul.
Saturday morning I sat down to write her a thank you note when my email dinged. It was an email from her offering me the position again but for full-time! After a super quick chat with Paul, I accepted!
We then got ready to head out to our “Preakness Stakes” themed going away party, hosted by our dear friends. All (well most) of our closest friends were gathering for one last soiree to give us a send-off. It was perfect!
About an hour and a half into the party, the hostess called everyone into the living room to give a toast. It was so great looking around at all of our closest friends and having them there with us… weird that they ALL had cameras, so I was feeling a little awkward. Then Paul said a few words telling our friends that they were our family and our home. Paul then said I had exciting news to share, so I told everyone about my job, I toasted to full-time employment and thought we were done when suddenly Paul said, “and there is one more thing”, and proceeded to drop to one knee and pull out a ring.
This is probably the part where you want to hear the sweet words he said and how I started to cry… but no, that would be too easy for us. Paul was immediately bombarded by the 3 golden retriever puppies that were in attendance, one which was trying to eat the ring. I blacked out and didn’t hear anything he said, but proceeded to flap my hands like a mad woman and call him an asshole because he had tricked me and said he wasn’t going to propose anytime soon.
Thank God I stopped my hands long enough and shut my mouth to hear him say, “will you spend the rest of your life with me?”, and I slid my puppy drool lubed ring on my finger and held on to a tiny shred of romance by hugging and kissing my fiance.
How amazing to have all of our “people” there. It was a dream of mine to have our engagement happen like that and it was perfect. People really only remember the dog and the asshole comment, but it was perfectly us, and we got to spend the rest of the day with everyone celebrating.
There are better pictures that I can post later, but all I can say, in the most cliche way ever, is that I am the luckiest girl in the world!
P.S. Holy shit, I’m a bride….