There’s something you should know about me: I hate surprises. Well, surprises for me–I love throwing surprise birthday parties, watching family members’ faces light up when they open a surprise gift, and getting up early to make Eric a nice breakfast. But for myself? No, thank you! I’m that total spoilsport who always dug through my parents’ closets around the holidays to see what Santa was bringing me this year, and rarely did I make it to Christmas without knowing exactly what I was getting.
So you’d think that since Eric and I had picked out my ring together nearly six months earlier (yes, we had it for almost half a year before he proposed–but that’s another story), it would have been impossible for him to catch me off guard–but it turns out I’m marrying a boy who knows me so well that he did just that.… Read More »