Our Engagement Story

It’s been almost a month of engagement bliss, but I figure it’s time to let the cat out of the bag and share Mike & my engagement story. Also, I secretly really love reading about other people’s engagements so I wanna join in on the fun.


When Mike had his surgery last year, he told me that if he made it out alright, he would put a ring on it by the end of the year. With the caveat that he had a job, of course. So, with the end of 2015 rapidly approaching, I feared that I wouldn’t get engaged.

It’s not that it was so important to be to be engaged because I knew that we would end up married. I didn’t need a ring – just a promise that we would get married in the new year. I’m a simple girl. I just want to start my life as his wife as soon as possible so we can enjoy marriage for the longest amount of time. But Mike is a really traditional guy and it was important for him to propose.

We looked at rings at the mall and it was not a good experience. Mike felt like the salespeople were lying and hiding the terrible quality of the diamonds. I felt pressured to get a ring that moment. They weren’t interested in our story. They just saw some money. So, we left. Mike promised we would look elsewhere together since we have very different ideas of what I wanted in a ring.

We went to Robbins Brothers on day one of our mini-vacation from work and I already knew the exact ring. I did my research online before we went in. The saleswoman was incredible and Mike got what he wanted – a GIA certification of the diamond.

We left with the ring in his custody to finish the rest of our errands for the day. He asked my mom for permission while I was at a work event. And then, when we picked up Gabby from his mom’s, he showed her the ring. We grabbed a bottle of champagne on our way home and he asked me in the privacy of our living room.


It was exactly what I pictured. I am so happy that I was able to be apart of the choosing of the ring – that we did it together. I’m so happy it was just the two of us for the actual engagement. And I am so happy to start throwing around the word “fiance” all the time now.

Romance & Recovery

My boyfriend is a wonderful and intelligent man. But, my God, he sure messed up when he finalized our relationship during Valentine’s Day week.

Two years ago, on February 9th, Mike finally asked me to be his girlfriend after years of “Will they or won’t they?” I like to think he felt inspired by all the heart shaped paraphernalia everywhere, but I know better and he felt awkward about our impending V-Day date.

Last year, it was a non-issue. I think we ended up watching House of Cards for Valentines and eating some burgers. This year feels different.

Part of it is that two years feels so big to me. Two whole years with this doofus and I am still completely in love with him. I have never had a relationship reach this point. Neither has he. And we live together. And we have the dog. And things feel finalized.

The other part is that something huge happened not even two weeks ago. He had fucking brain surgery. It was scary. And I have spent the last two weeks taking care of him and being as best a nurse as I can possibly be while working all the time.

Romance is especially hard when your loved one is hopped up on painkillers.

Monday was our anniversary. I had planned to get him an elaborate gift, but time fell away from me and suddenly, it was our actual anniversary and I was empty-handed. I wanted to make him a card, but he spent all day Sunday with me and I worked all day on Monday. Plainly, I just did not have the time.

I came home around 11 pm to find pizza, wings, and a homemade card. I think I ate and then passed out from exhaustion. How romantic.

He is bound at home right now because he has yet to receive the go-ahead to start driving again (even though he is two-day opiate free!). And all my spare time is spent parading him around to run my errands.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and unsurprisingly, I will be at work while he hangs out at home with the dog napping and doing heaven knows what else. And chances are that when I finally do come home, we will spend the evening catching back up on Jane the Virgin and Scandal (Hint: One of those is my favorite show and the other is his).

I hate to think that by two years we’ve lost a spark, but romance is hard when one person still has staples in his head.