Engaged and Living in Sin
Well if you have seen my Facebook and/or Instagram accounts, you know that the past two weeks have been really exciting for me. I am the proud owner of a gorgeous left hand ring, and even prouder fiance of the man of my dreams. I'm also currently living in sin with said man, and we have endured a move and painting a bedroom together- so I'm thinking since we haven't killed each other yet, the future is bright.
Let's start with the engagement story:
On May 28th, I started the day going out to my car to find it not start. I had to call my sister to come jump it for me (it was a sight to see us try to jump a car- us Raymer girls are a bit prissy). After successfully jumping it, we headed to get my laptop from work and had lunch together. I ended up working a half day from home in fear that my car wouldn't start again (so I wanted to be home where Spencer could help me). While I worked from home, I painted furniture. Let me tell you about this furniture. We had painted it once (white) and followed the instructions of the man at Lowes and put a finish on it. That finish turned it pee yellow. Not exactly the look we were going for. So, there I was, paining it for a second time, and cursing that man at Lowes with every stroke of the brush.
You can imagine my mood. Then, enter Spencer. We didn't quite have our townhome yet, but he was moving his stuff into my apartment so everything was in one place for our move. So I started the day with a dead car, painted furniture I had grown to hate, and had two bedrooms worth of furniture in a one bedroom apartment.The mood only worsened with every box he brought up. How could one man who proclaimed he had so little stuff have SO MUCH STUFF! I was just about to offer to help, but instead I layed in bed, figuring he needed to know what to expect of me once we cohabited. He brings up this ottoman and I look at it and say, "What the [explicit] is that thing? Where do you think that is going to go?" and he smiles and says "This?! This is great! Look at all the stuff in it!" (at this point he's down on one knee but I'm too focused on the Lord of the Rings box set in the ottoman to notice). He hands me this random empty box and I'm looking at it, then look up and realize he's pulled out a little box and he opened it and asked me to marry him. I was laughing and crying and said yes. It was perfect and on a whim, and I love the story because he knows me well enough to know that I'd hate that piece of furniture when he brought it up.
I get to marry one hell of a man, with really bad taste in furniture.
Then, once the dust (or confetti?) settled from the celebrations, it was time to get down to business of moving. On Friday June, 6 we moved into our first place together. It took us the entire weekend, but it's finally coming together. We have a little two bedroom, one 1/2 bath townhome on the north end of Raleigh near my new work. It's taking some getting used to, but I'm learning to love it (it's a little older than what I'm accustomed to, but with a little love it's looking better and better). We managed to make it through the move without fighting (mostly). We laughed a lot and worked hard to make it "our" home (though, the ottoman was donated).
Tonight is our first night where we get to just get into the groove of our regular life. We started a weekly menu planner and tonight is my pick for dinner: Homemade Pizza (what else?). We are going to snuggle up and watch a movie and settle into our life. I'm pretty excited, because I'm really sore and have no desire to do much of anything.
Things are going to be moving at warp speed here soon. My parents are coming this weekend to book our wedding venue and secure our date. I'm also going with my mom, sister, and nieces on Saturday to check out some wedding dresses. Once the venue and dress are set, the rest of the planning will flow from them.
If you had asked me a year ago, when I was moving myself into my one bedroom apartment with the help of my parents, where I'd be in a year- in no way would I have pictured this. I thought I'd stay in that apartment until I bought a house someday (I assumed I'd buy a home solo someday). I was perfectly happy with my little life, then this guy came bursting in and changing everything.
I want to thank everyone for their words of encouragement and love throughout the past few weeks. We are so grateful for all of the love and support we've received from people. Special thanks to Stuart and Javier for helping us move on Saturday, too!
We are both so happy with where life has taken us. I am beyond excited to marry this guy, even if he does have some ugly furniture.
Let's start with the engagement story:
On May 28th, I started the day going out to my car to find it not start. I had to call my sister to come jump it for me (it was a sight to see us try to jump a car- us Raymer girls are a bit prissy). After successfully jumping it, we headed to get my laptop from work and had lunch together. I ended up working a half day from home in fear that my car wouldn't start again (so I wanted to be home where Spencer could help me). While I worked from home, I painted furniture. Let me tell you about this furniture. We had painted it once (white) and followed the instructions of the man at Lowes and put a finish on it. That finish turned it pee yellow. Not exactly the look we were going for. So, there I was, paining it for a second time, and cursing that man at Lowes with every stroke of the brush.
You can imagine my mood. Then, enter Spencer. We didn't quite have our townhome yet, but he was moving his stuff into my apartment so everything was in one place for our move. So I started the day with a dead car, painted furniture I had grown to hate, and had two bedrooms worth of furniture in a one bedroom apartment.The mood only worsened with every box he brought up. How could one man who proclaimed he had so little stuff have SO MUCH STUFF! I was just about to offer to help, but instead I layed in bed, figuring he needed to know what to expect of me once we cohabited. He brings up this ottoman and I look at it and say, "What the [explicit] is that thing? Where do you think that is going to go?" and he smiles and says "This?! This is great! Look at all the stuff in it!" (at this point he's down on one knee but I'm too focused on the Lord of the Rings box set in the ottoman to notice). He hands me this random empty box and I'm looking at it, then look up and realize he's pulled out a little box and he opened it and asked me to marry him. I was laughing and crying and said yes. It was perfect and on a whim, and I love the story because he knows me well enough to know that I'd hate that piece of furniture when he brought it up.
I get to marry one hell of a man, with really bad taste in furniture.
Then, once the dust (or confetti?) settled from the celebrations, it was time to get down to business of moving. On Friday June, 6 we moved into our first place together. It took us the entire weekend, but it's finally coming together. We have a little two bedroom, one 1/2 bath townhome on the north end of Raleigh near my new work. It's taking some getting used to, but I'm learning to love it (it's a little older than what I'm accustomed to, but with a little love it's looking better and better). We managed to make it through the move without fighting (mostly). We laughed a lot and worked hard to make it "our" home (though, the ottoman was donated).
Tonight is our first night where we get to just get into the groove of our regular life. We started a weekly menu planner and tonight is my pick for dinner: Homemade Pizza (what else?). We are going to snuggle up and watch a movie and settle into our life. I'm pretty excited, because I'm really sore and have no desire to do much of anything.
Things are going to be moving at warp speed here soon. My parents are coming this weekend to book our wedding venue and secure our date. I'm also going with my mom, sister, and nieces on Saturday to check out some wedding dresses. Once the venue and dress are set, the rest of the planning will flow from them.
If you had asked me a year ago, when I was moving myself into my one bedroom apartment with the help of my parents, where I'd be in a year- in no way would I have pictured this. I thought I'd stay in that apartment until I bought a house someday (I assumed I'd buy a home solo someday). I was perfectly happy with my little life, then this guy came bursting in and changing everything.
I want to thank everyone for their words of encouragement and love throughout the past few weeks. We are so grateful for all of the love and support we've received from people. Special thanks to Stuart and Javier for helping us move on Saturday, too!
We are both so happy with where life has taken us. I am beyond excited to marry this guy, even if he does have some ugly furniture.
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