Ryan and I got engaged on New Year’s Eve of 2022. I barely slept that night even though we went to bed well after the ball dropped. At one point I quietly got up and went to check on my ring in its box, in a sort of giddy disbelief at what had transpired. I brought the ring into the bathroom with me, so I could look at it with the light on without waking my now fiancé up.
I probably slept less than 5 hours by the time I wanted to call my parents on New Year’s day. They just so happened to be preparing to drive back home from an overnight stay for a New Year’s Eve wedding. I talked to my mom directly on the phone, with my dad guessing what had transpired in the background, and then my mom’s voice cracking as she cried said she loved me, “sweetie.”
Ryan’s parents were visiting his siblings and their families on the West Coast, so we had to wait a little while longer for an appropriate time to call. But after my mom knew, word spread so rapidly that I worried the whole world would know before they did.
After the news reports slowed down, a common question amongst our fans emerged.
“When is the wedding?”
My mom texted me on what I think was the second day of our engagement to prod me for an answer to this. She is having surgery fairly soon, and that planning moves faster than I am aware of…so she just “wanted to know.”
I told her two minor facts, about a potential location and time frame…the next day she called me on my way to work, asking if she could call the one venue I mentioned. Thus began the beginning of planning our wedding…
Weird.
Marry a weirdo! 
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