

Thanksgiving morning I woke up early to start helping prepare the food for the feast we would be enjoying that night. My parents came down to spend the holiday with me, Chris and his family. With 7 people staying in one house, we all had to take turns in the shower at half hour intervals of time to save the hot water. When I jumped in the shower little did I know that the secrecy of events had begun! Chris asked my Dad if they could chat outside. My Dad must have known something was up. This was when Chris asked my Dad for my hand in marriage. My Dad of course agreed and that was the end of the conversation. These are men I'm talking about. A short conversation was about all they could muster up. My Dad came inside and immediately told my Mom. My Mom started jumping for joy and yelled, "Yay!!!!" and my Dad had to quickly shush her. While this was going on, Chris's mom Betty was safely hiding the ring in the turkey. For some reason when this part of the story is told, everyone always thinks they literally stuck the ring by itself inside the turkey. Give Chris and Betty more credit than that! They had the ring inside the box, which was wrapped in a ziploc bag and then placed inside the turkey. Pretty creative, huh?
The events of the day had been pretty much laid out from the beginning. We'd all get up, have a big breakfast, cook for thanksgiving dinner, Chris would fry a turkey breast in the fryer for lunch (something he absolutely insisted on doing), we would eat lunch, take my parents to No Name beach so they could enjoy the gulf (my mom had never seen it before), show them the beautiful houses on the beach, come home to help prepare more food and then finally eat dinner at around 5 with the whole family.
Before we had lunch, Chris's mom insisted that I took part in something that was a "family tradition." She told me over the years she had taught Chris and Tiffany (his little sister) to baste the turkey. I'm going to be honest, I wasn't excited about this at all. Sticking my hand up a turkey's butt to put butter inside it, isn't exactly my idea of a great family tradition. Chris told everyone they needed to have their cameras out to document this occasion. I should have realized something was up, because Chris never uses his camera. In fact that morning he told me to make sure I had my camera battery charged to take pics from the weekend to put in my scrapbook. Hindsight is always 20/20 right?
Everyone gathered around me in the kitchen as I prepared to butter up the turkey. I sliced the butter and began to take out the insides of the turkey. I thought it was kind of strange that everything was neatly placed inside a ziploc bag. "Wow, these people are organized!" I was thinking to myself as a pulled out the bag and placed it to the side. I placed the butter in the turkey and thought I was done. Chris's mom yelled, "Well whats in the bag? Don't just lay it to the side!" I opened the bag and saw a small box. This was when I started freaking out. I opened the box and found the most beautiful ring in the world inside! I turned around to Chris, and all I could say was "Oh... My... Gosh!!!!" He looked at me and said, "Will you marry me?" I hugged him and replied, "Of Course!" Everyone started cheering. Chris put the ring on my finger and the flashes of the cameras started going off like crazy. Chris's mom and dad welcomed me into the family officially.
The rest of the day is a bit of a blur. We followed through on all our plans and took pictures throughout the way. That was day I will never forget. That was the day the wedding planning began. This is my journey that I intend to document along the way. The ups and downs of putting together a day that takes a year to plan and a few hours to experience.