It was a beautiful September day, on the 10th, in 1998. The day before, on the 9th, Dane proposed and we decided to go get some rings the next evening after he finished work.
He wore a suit that day, business formal, as his company had some C-level executives fly in from out of state, and he drove straight to my place without changing first. It was the first time I’d ever seen him in a suit and ooh boy he cleaned up well! He gave me a whole new level of googly-eyes. 🙂
We spent some time at the mall, checking out rings and figuring out what we wanted. Amazingly, we walked out with some.
One of the things that sticks out most from that night though isn’t so much the rings, but what we did after buying them. We walked around pretty much that whole mall – he in his suit – and every single store we entered, he put on a British accent! I remember one clerk started asking him what part of Britain he was from, if he was from London, how long he’d been in the States, and Dane winged it the whole time. I was trying so hard not to laugh, and then Dane was telling them how we just picked up our engagement rings so they asked how we met. I don’t remember what he said but I know we didn’t tell anyone, “Oh, we met online a few days ago.”
Initially we were going to try to get married that weekend, but he decided he really wanted a friend of his who was a minister to marry us, so we ended up waiting a couple of months until he had a free weekend.
I tell you, those might have been the longest 9 weeks of my life, from our first date to our wedding! We just wanted our life to begin and it was really hard to wait.