It’s amazing how oblivious I can be to how much I am loved. It takes big life moments, birthdays and graduation, to really reveal it. This past weekend, when I proposed to my girlfriend, I was once again reminded of the richness of my friendships. Michelle had mentioned the idea of a brunch themed engagement party months before, and I ran with it. Several people drove hours, some leaving lake houses and fourth of July celebrations to support us. Others provided time and money, despite not being able to make it to the celebration. The combined effort culminated into something more lovely than I imagined.
After proposing, I brought Michelle inside to a crowd of our closest friends and family. It was a beautiful thing — seeing people I’d never peg together having conversations, and her family mingling with mine, despite the difference in cultures. It’s all a sappy metaphor for the power of love, but I’m too excited to avoid writing about it.
I’m having to get used to referring to Michelle as my fiancé. For the past four years, she has been my girlfriend, and now we are getting married. There is so much seriousness in all of that. Though it is beautiful, I don’t want to forget the moments where we can just drink mimosas and be with friends. I don’t want for it to take getting engaged to be surrounded with my favorite people. In the months to come, there will be plenty of room for planning and stress. I can’t forget to allow excitement and good times. And, of course, a few laughs along the way.
photos courtesy of Rachel Verdugo Photography