Happy, happy news to share: Andrew proposed!
To answer the three most common questions:
1. Yes, I was surprised. I mean, we live together, and we’ve had the grown up conversations that we want to get married one day, so it wasn’t out of the blue. However, my sister is getting married this fall, so if I thought about it at all, I sort of vaguely imagined it happening after her wedding. But to be honest, I tried not to think about the actual proposal too much because I wanted to be surprised.
2. We haven’t picked a date yet. I’m thinking Fall 2012, as Andrew and I will be paying for most of the wedding ourselves, and that will give us some time to save. The added bonus is that we won’t be getting married right on the heels of my sister.
3. How did it he do it? It was awesome!
At some point in February I think, Andrew asked me if I wanted to go to Florida to visit his grandmother and have a long weekend break. He made me feel like it was totally my choice; as though he was just wondering if we had time and money to go. This year we have been saving up in order to go to every wedding and out of town event that we have the desire to attend. Andrew grew up going to Florida to his grandparents’ house every year, and I feel like if we have an opportunity to go, we should take advantage of it – particularly if we get to see his family.
So I of course said yes, and then promptly put it in the back of my mind. Not because I wasn’t excited, but because I had one event after another coming up in March and April and I was stressed out. About two weeks out, Andrew reminded me that we were going to Florida for Easter weekend, and that became the goal, the light at the end of the tunnel.
The final week leading up to Easter weekend, I had four events. The first was the Smith Announcement on Wednesday, which was planned by others and I just helped out at. The next was the Silver Tea on Thursday afternoon, one of the three major events I plan for work each year. I went straight from the Silver Tea to Kiss My Grits, the awesome new event the Young Texans Against Cancer held Thursday evening. (Check out the link to read the write up from Jay Ducote at Bite and Booze. Yummy!) I am a board member for YTAC, so I chipped in for the event by organizing volunteers and doing some of the printing. Mostly, though, I thoroughly enjoyed myself while indulging in a bit of overdrinking and undereating. Which made it very difficult to get moving for the last event of the week, a Day in the District tour on Good Friday.
One nice thing about ending the week with Day in the District is that I wear scrubs all day, so even though I was totally exhausted and dragging through the rigorous and physical schedule of the all day touring, I didn’t have to wear a suit. Plus, Andrew picked me up from Ben Taub General Hospital and we went straight to the airport, so I was already dressed comfortably for the plane. Andrew is absolutely adorable, and dresses up to fly, so we were a rather odd couple. (I have now had to fly twice while wearing scrubs straight from work, and I’ve joked that I hope no one has a heart attack on the plane. “Doctor, we need your help!” ” But I’m only an event planner!” Ha.)
So we made it to Florida, met his parents at the airport and drove on to Boca Grande. Boca Grande is such a magical, beautiful place. It’s quiet, relaxing, and there is so much to do without really needing to do anything at all. It’s a place that means a lot to Andrew, and his whole family.
We got there late on Friday night, so our first real day there was Saturday. We went out on the boat with Andrew’s parents all day, which was amazing. AMAZING. Andrew got to spend quality time with his dad driving the boat, and Andrew’s mom and I did nothing but enjoy ourselves. Here are some pictures from that day. I love looking at these and remembering how I had no clue what was going to happen later that evening. And how every single other person on the boat did!
Lunch at Useppa Island
"Shower With A Friend" - Afternoon drinks at Cabbage Key
View from patio at Cabbage Key
After going out on the boat all day, we made it back to the house just in time for a nap before dinner. (Still trying to convince Andrew’s family that southern women take naps regularly. Not for nothing is my family nickname Scarlett.)
I did manage to sleep for about an hour, then got up and dressed for dinner. Another nice thing about vacationing with Andrew’s family is they tend to eat at home in Florida. It’s so relaxing to not have to eat out every meal. So while his dad got the grill going, Andrew mixed drinks, and asked me if I’d like to walk down to the beach.
Andrew is a sneaky guy. The way he asked, I could have very easily said no. He totally made it sound like my idea. But we hadn’t even been to the beach in Boca Grande since we’d been out all day, so of course I wanted to see it. We took our cocktails and walked a couple of blocks away to the 7th Street beach, where the teenagers on the island have always met up to do teenager-type things, according to Andrew. So romantic! We pulled our shoes off and walked out onto the sand.
My first clue that this wasn’t just a walk on the beach was when Andrew, with a frustrated expression, looked up and down the beach muttering, “Why are there so many people on the beach?” There were maybe, maybe, three families in either direction. I started teasing him for being a snob.
We started walking towards the beach club, and it was nearing sunset, so it was gorgeous and perfect. Andrew was saying all these very nice things (which, lucky me, is not unusual), and I was being my usual smart ass, when all of the sudden he hugged me and then knelt down in the sand. He pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him. I totally started laughing, and said something like, “Oh, that’s what we are doing!” and “We have cocktails!” and finally, “Yes! Of course!”
The best part about it was that neither of us brought phones or a camera or anything. Not one of the three families on the beach noticed what we were doing. It truly was a moment where only the two of us were present. We sat on the wall next to the beach club, and watched the sunset while I laughed and made Andrew tell me every little detail about how he’d done it. (Like, how did you know my ring size? How did you make this all seem like this was my idea? Who else was in on it???)
The beach
After the sun set, we walked back to the house. Honestly, that was the first time I really became emotional. It was finally sinking in, and Andrew told me that both his and my parents knew, but that we were going to be breaking the news to his grandmother. I don’t know why, but that’s what finally made me start crying!
So when we walked up to the house, it was all hugs and cheering. After thanking everyone (especially Andrew’s mom, who had helped him get the ring, wore it through security and on the plane, and had been dying all day waiting for him to get it over with), I went downstairs to start calling family. Of course I called my parents first, and my mom answered after a .00003 second ring with, “Where have you been??” Apparently, Andrew had paid them a visit right before we left to get their blessing, and told them that he would be proposing at sunset on Saturday night, weather permitting. My parents totally pulled up the sunset and weather information for Boca Grande on the computer, and spent Saturday evening refreshing it over and over. The visual of that still makes me laugh out loud!
I called only family that evening, so that Andrew and I could enjoy dinner kind of normally, but the phone kept ringing with well-wishers. After dinner, Andrew and I went to the Pink Elephant on our first date as an engaged couple. That’s where we started trying to refer to each other as “fiance” and “fiancee”, which still trips me up.
About the ring…I’m sure every girl says this about her engagement ring, so forgive me for gushing a little. The ring is gorgeous. I couldn’t have picked out a ring for myself, knowing that I would be wearing it forever and ever, so I was more than happy to drop that one in Andrew’s lap. His mom helped him last November (! I can’t believe he kept all this a secret so long!) by giving him some diamonds she had inherited from family. I love that. They brought them to a jeweler, who created a beautiful custom ring to fit, and added some more diamonds to make it extra glittery. It’s impossible to see in pictures, but it has an Art Deco feel to it, with a very modern, ziggurat-motif in profile. I will post a picture, but it doesn’t do it justice. Andrew did an amazing job, so much better than I could have.
notice how I picked the picture with the *bling*? haha
So that’s the story. I think I answered all the questions people had, but let me know if I missed one! Here are some other pictures from the weekend. Enjoy!
Andrew's happy when he drives a boat
Island picnic on Easter. We are trying to practice the "engaged couple" pose.
Heaven is under a yellow striped umbrella.
Sunset at Cabbage Key
As you can probably imagine, it was so incredibly difficult to come home from this trip. However, my parents are awesome, and look what greeted us when we pulled up to our house:
- “Congratulations on your Engagement Courtness and Andrew” from my amazing parents
I feel so lucky that I will be joining Andrew’s wonderful family, and that he will join mine! Now if only I didn’t have to plan a wedding…or just one wedding. But more on that later.
Courtney Hoyt 