Mar 06, 2010
I can't believe it's been a little over 2 months since we got married. To be honest....the whole day was a bit of a blur! I remember bits and pieces of it so thank goodness for photos and video! The week of the wedding was a bit stressful for me (as it is for every bride I'm sure) because rain was called for on our wedding day. We were told we would need to rent a tent since our ceremony was going to be outside and tents aren't cheap. Lets just say I shed a few tears over the prospect of rain, the tent and the extra money it was going to cost us. Needless to say, the rain did come on our wedding day but it was just as special. They said it's suppose to be good luck if it rains on your wedding day right?
We found Rori at Paper Monkey Press and she did an amazing job with coming up with a style for our Save the Dates. She's now working on our invitations and I can't wait to share them.
I always thought I wanted a Monique Lhuillier dress when I get married. I would see her ads in bridal magazines and just drool over how beautiful they are. Needless to say, as soon as I got engaged, I made an appointment to go to the Monique Lhuillier store in LA to try on dresses. I found a couple that I liked but didn't find one that I loved. A few months later, I went to Saks Fifth Avenue to try on Vera Wang dresses. I just had to....what bride doesn't want a vera gown? I just couldn't resist. Almost every Vera dress I put on I loved. Most of her dresses fit me as if they were made just for my body. After a couple of visits, I settled on her Luxe Calla Lily gown. I can't wait to wear it on my wedding day.
We are getting married at Rancho Las Lomas. My fiance loves animals so this was a perfect combination of both an intimate location and a private zoo within it.
The mostly well thought out plan:
As our one-year dating anniversary approached, my fiance and I discussed the idea of getting married more frequently. Based on these conversations, I had a very clear set of expectations about what was to eventually happen: we would go to my friend’s family jeweler to pick out my ‘Tiffany’s classic ring’ together and, likely, at the end of 2008 or start of 2009 a proposal would follow. The only problem? He secretly had other plans.
The romantic surprise:
While vacationing at The Ritz-Carlton , Kapalua, in late September, he organized for the two of us to enjoy a private dinner by the beach. Initially, the dinner had been set for the Saturday night before we would return home. But sensing that I might be on to him, he nervously re-organized everything for the Friday night. As it turned out, I figured something was going on, but I had no idea what was to happen next.
That Friday night, we were greeted in the hotel lobby by the catering staff and we were chauffeured to the beach. There, a personal chef cooked for us, a private server waited on us, and my fiance and I reminisced about our time away. And somewhere in the middle of dessert, he asked me if she would read a note that he had written on the subject of “unconditional love.” In it, he wrote the words, “Sally, will you marry me?”
Nervous, party of two:
While I was reading, he got down on one knee and presented me with the Tiffany-style ring I wanted. He then said out loud the same question he put in writing. Seeing that I was speechless, he aided me along by saying, “I think this is the part where you are so supposed to say yes.” And I did say yes.
My fiance and I met while working at the same advertising agenacy. And so while there was an attraction, there were also lots of reasons for the two of us to avoid being more than friends. Dating at work, it seemed, often lead to gossip, breakups and more gossip. The situation seldom seemed to end in love and marriage.
With the odds stacked against us, we aimed to avoid any kind of romance for a very long time. Instead, we opted for the next best thing: innocent – politically correct - workplace flirtation. Basically, he would make impossibly demanding work requests of me. In turn, I would ignore his requests. It was similar to two high school kids who really liked one another, but who instead expressed their affection via tormenting one another in the hallways, over e-mail and texting.
Over time, despite lessons learned about inter-office dating, he worked up the courage and asked me if I wanted to spend time together outside of the agency. His excuse for proposing a meeting? “I recently adopted a dog, and I know that you like dogs, so maybe you can come over to meet mine.” If you asked him truthfully, he would tell you that he was looking forward to our first real date. If you asked me, I would tell you, “I honestly thought I was just going over to meet his new dog.”
And so the story goes, that shy first proposal to meet outside of work – after months of flirting with one another – turned into a dinner at a restaurant called Picnic. That dinner turned into a long walk in a place called Playa Vista, where we live. That long walk turned into watching a movie called Elizabethtown. And one year later, our flourishing romance turned into a shy second proposal, this time to spend a lifetime together.