The Beginning of the Rest of Our Lives…
This is the story of how I ended up as a semi obsessive-compulsive bride who can’t get enough of weddings. My tale begins a little over 8 years ago upon receiving a rejection letter from Penn State University. I was so confident that I would get in to Penn State that I did not apply anywhere else! (Word to the wise – bad move!) After many tears and plenty of discussions with my parents, I made the crazy decision to move to Orlando, Florida to attend the University of Central Florida. I was 17 years old, knew no one in Florida, and had never even visited the school before. However, this was by far the best choice I ever made.
Me and my fiancé in college, circa 2005.
My freshman year of college was a whirlwind of emotions, homesickness, new friends, and plenty of fun. In November of my Sophomore year, I was introduced to a tall, handsome boy at his fraternity house. He was easy to talk to and made me laugh. He asked for my phone number and called later that night. We ended up spending more and more time together. By the following summer, we were inseparable. Our love for obscure movie lines, jam bands, poker and cereal made us feel like two puzzle pieces fitting together. We laughed and laughed for hours on end and craved each others attention for the next 3 years. After I graduated college, I made the decision to move back to Philadelphia though, and after a few months the distance relationship took its toll and we ended our relationship. Ten months later, Josh realized this wasn’t our best choice. He flew up to Philadelphia and reestablished what we both knew all along – that we were meant to be together. By September 2007, Josh was living in the city of brotherly love.
Although we had been discussing marriage for a long time, we decided that owning a home was more important. We found a perfect 3 bedroom, 2 ½ bath townhouse in a suburb of Philadelphia, and the thought of engagement was pushed aside. On November 6th, 2008, we were ecstatic to make settlement on our brand new home. With the whole process taking less then an hour, I felt inspired to go buy a refrigerator. Josh insisted we go see the new house, even if only for a few minutes. He was extremely persistent and I finally agreed. We drove over to our brand new home and stood outside the front door smiling with anticipation. While I fumbled through my bag for the keys, Josh told me how much he loved me. I nodded and turned to find him on one knee. I immediately broke into tears as he asked me to marry him (among several other beautiful statements, none of which I remember). He pulled out the most beautiful ring and I screamed YES!! Josh picked me up and carried me into our new house. We celebrated with champagne and called everyone we knew. It was my ideal proposal. Almost immediately the wedding plans began.
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the above story although brief, is 100% accurate.
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