Sunday Song: Wedding Processional

Dear Readers/supporters of our mawidge,

And so, on Friday, Sarge and I were sitting around talking wedding music with my Dad and Anne.  Our song is ‘The Book of Love’, and that’s what I’d like to walk/roll/whatever down the aisle to.  (We’d like to get piped out after the deed is done, but that’s possibly another post.)

The thing is this.  I like the Peter Gabriel version:

 

And Sarge likes the Magnetic Fields’ original:

 

And so so, we thought we’d put it to a vote.

Which do you like?

Since we are the ones getting married, we reserve the right to rig the vote, but thought this would be fun.

Have at it!

Love,

The Butterfly and The Penguin (that would be us.  Hi.)

PS.  We first heard this on a road-trip with friends, and not on Scrubs.  Neither of us were really into it, and missed the final episode.  There’s that, too.

It Takes A Village

And so, as I was saying, a few weekends ago, Sarge and I took Frodo-Bob ring-shopping.

Maybe it was the complimentary champagne they gave us in the first shop, but the third ring I tried on made me cry.  It was as if it had always been there.  I (grudgingly) left it to traipse around other shops.  But every other ring looked like costume jewellery.  Which has its place, but not on your wedding finger.  And there was no more complimentary champagne.

I had found The One.

We met Dad, Anne and two of the bridesmaids for celebratory noodles, before the final sign-off on my ring and our wedding bands.  Sarge tried his on, and my heart skipped three whole beats.   Maybe ten.

We brought everyone with us to see the rings.  As I said to the very lovely and patient salesperson, ‘It takes a village.’

Now, my actual ring had to be made.  A two week wait.

The ring was early.  I may have screamed in Sarge’s ear when he told me it was.  As a matter of fact, I did.

On Saturday, we took Frodo-Bob to fulfill his purpose as ring-box.  Everyone in the shop was very impressed with him.

Sarge, FB and I carried the precious ring to the coffee shop where we ended our seven-hour first date.  He got on one knee and asked me.  Again.  And I said yes.  Again.

Sarge's lovely assistant.

 

And in a full circle moment, I believe the people at the next table were having their first date.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to our story, some time later…

Mission accomplished.

 

 

 

A Path of Pebbles

29 February, 2012. 5.19 pm

I left work to light some candles and change into a dress.  The same one I wore for the first party Sarge and I threw together.

5.40

CJ kindly spent the evening in the living room so my PA could set a path of pebbles from the front door to the bedroom.

I stayed put, with a cup of coffee and a candy ring.

6.01

Sarge texted to say he was doing Senior Software Geek stuff and would be home by 8.  Instead of blowing out the candles and picking up the pebbles, I stayed in the bedroom for two and a half hours.  I couldn’t concentrate on my book.  Or breathe.  I may have managed to play Bejeweled Blitz, bargaining with my score.

8.43

I was down to two candles.  Sage came in with shopping bags and toilet paper.  ‘You got me pebbles.’  He might have cried before stepping into the bedroom.  And then I forgot the time.

He kisses me.

‘Are we going to do this with toilet rolls in your hand?’

‘No’, he says and puts the shopping away.  I’m still in the bedroom.  I may have been wondering if he’d jumped out the window.

He comes back.

I gave him two pebbles.

‘Now, I’m not balanced enough for one knee,’ I said.  And so, I got down on both.

And then I cried and said some mushy stuff, and ended with, ‘Will you marry me?’

And then he said some mushy stuff and cried and then I cried some more and we hugged and I might have said, ‘Wait, did you just say yes?’

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘Holy shit,’ I said.

And then he says, ‘Would you like to get up now?’

‘Yeah, now is good.’

I put the candy ring on his finger.

He reaches for something.  It’s a penguin.  It’s a penguin ring box.

‘What is THAT?’

I open the box.  It’s empty.

‘I thought we could choose one this weekend.’ And then he chooses another candy ring.  Gets on one knee and says, ‘You’re awesome.  Will you marry me?’

‘YES!’

Best proposal ever.  We asked each other.  I figure that’s a good start.

The candy rings are in the fridge, waiting to be varnished and framed.

On Saturday, we took Frodo Bob Box to Glasgow on the quest for the ring.  That day gets its own post!