Location, location, location

When the hubs and I decided to have our wedding in Cabo, we thought it would be the most cost efficient and seamless location for our destination wedding.  For one, we love Cabo so much that we have traveled there once to twice a year for the past 6 years.  This is a place where our phones are left off (the majority of the trip), our minds are at rest, and we can slow our course to embrace the simple moments.  Though Cabo has commercially developed to be a safe tourist playground, it still holds an authentic charm that we cherish.  We have stayed at many of the resorts in Cabo and for the properties we have experienced, we have found many similarities… The grounds are always well kept, the service is fantastic, the people are incredibly gracious and the beaches are beautiful.  For the wedding we chose a property that had 3 resorts to fit everyone’s budget, but most importantly the Villa Resort properties are located right next to Medano Beach. We love this area because you can rent almost any water activity (glass bottom boat, jet skis, paddle boards, etc.), it’s a safer and easier area to enter and exit the water (Sea of Cortez), we love the view of El Arco (Lands End) and it’s close enough to town for a short shuttle ride, but just far enough from town to have peace and quiet.


Before wedding, comes engagement.

On the morning of December 23, 2014, the hubs surprised me and fiancé was officially added to my life resumé!  Marriage or not, I knew I wanted to share my one go on this planet with this guy, but him proposing was everything.  The hubs had asked me months before about metal preference, diamond shapes, etc., but I had no idea when he was actually going to hit a knee and ask me an important question.  We were flying back home to Ohio that day to spend Christmas with his family and I remember I was rushing to get breakfast made in time to get out the door for a spin class.  He had tried to keep me in bed to cuddle (which was his original plan to propose in bed), but I was in a rush so he had to quickly figure out a new plan.  While mixing up some eggs I heard a thump on the hardwood floor and when I looked behind me, there he was, down on one knee asking me if I would have breakfast with him for the rest of my life.  I was never much of a crier, but that was the only response I had in me at 7am.   After more tears and waking up our boy, I finally realized how stunning the ring was!  Keeping true to the morning plan, off to spin I went to experience one of two spin classes in my life where in one song I was incredibly happy with unusual amounts of energy to the next song I was wiping sweat and tears from my face.  (Note: I’m addicted to spin so I will do a whole health post about that soon.)

As a couple who shares a life and home together for some time, people start to repeatedly ask, “when is he going to propose?”.  This was always so funny to me… “Ummm, I’ll let you know when I know.”  Because of this, I didn’t want to just do a social media post… I wanted to surprise as many of our friends as we could before the word got out.  The hubs and I had a lot of fun with this and it was super special for us to keep reliving and telling the proposal story over and over again.  We would always collaborate on our surprise approach before meeting up with friends and it always involved me keeping my left hand hidden or the ring covered by his or my hand… Makes me smile thinking back to those giggly moments.  The best surprise we pulled off included one of my dearest friends and her husband.  Our travel schedules continued to conflict so it was about 3-4 weeks after the actual proposal that the four of us made dinner plans.  Now, she is not a nosy person, but because we tend to get excited about each other’s lives, she innocently tricked our other friend in to eluding to the engagement.  Once I received word of this, I innocently wanted to trick her back.  The day of our dinner plans I took my ring off to reduce my proud new indentation and when it was time to head to their house for dinner, my ring was securely placed in my pant pocket.  As the gracious hostess that she is, she opened the door with a big smile and I quickly saw her eyes move to my left hand.  As quickly as her eyes moved down, they were back up looking into mine with confusion.  I kept up the act by smiling, giving her a big hug and walking into her home as if nothing was different.  When entering the kitchen I saw that she had champagne glasses out, which made the setup so much more perfect.  We continued to act normal and I could see her trying to process her confusion while casually replacing two of the glasses… Now I was confused.  When the guys left the room, she jumped on the opportunity and said, “okay, I’m confused… What is going on? Are you guys engaged or not?”.  I could barely keep the smile off my face and just showed her my hand and said, “there’s no ring there, is there?”.  Her response was nothing short of a caring friend who just wanted me to be asked the lingering question.  When the guys joined us again, the hubs asked what the champagne glasses were for (I loved that he picked up on this detail and called it out) and her husband covered for his loving wife to explain it was to celebrate the new year (the four of us didn’t get to spend New Year’s together).  I excused myself to the restroom, placed my ring back on it’s rightful finger, and when I returned, I grabbed my champagne filled glass with my left hand facing my girl and toasted to an amazing year… She lost it.  Biggest smile I could have had on my face to see her genuine reaction of excitement.  She then told me that she had “Mr. and Mrs.” champagne glasses out, which she replaced before we could see them. 2015 was filled with a lot of fun and special moments like this one.


^^ My best friend’s threw us a Valentine’s Day Engagement Party. Pretty darn special. ^^

Once upon a time…

The hubs and my story… In November of 2007, I found a Craigslist ad for a roommate request that sounded perfect for my criteria… Beach, a bulldog and 3 guys.  Tapping into my nurturing side, I knew I wanted to live with guys and be the woman of the house.  Also, I wanted a dog so the fact that the hubs had a bulldog (Franklin) was the selling factor.  I moved in that December and had a rollercoaster of a year, which consisted of losing my job in real estate (recession), enjoying long afternoon naps on the beach, catching up on books, building a lot of new friendships, starting a job as a waitress at a local sports bar and figuring out who this guy was that I now call “the hubs”.  After one year, somehow he was convinced I was worth figuring out too.  Our lease ended in early 2008 and the four of us went our separate ways.  The hubs and I dated while living a part for 3 years and then decided in 2011 that it made sense to move back in together, but as an official couple.  The next 2 1/2 years were consumed with work, travel, living, laughing, loving and all that good stuff.  Life has been pretty darn good with the hubs, but raising Franklin (I have thought of Franklin as my baby since day 1) has been a daily joy!

ps: we are slightly obsessed with our boy.