Around this time four years ago...

I was just thinking about life before children and it reminded me of this weekend, four years ago. Wow! How much we've changed! What a wonderfully beautiful journey and to think, the adventure's just begun!

Weekend in Paris

So... I guess you all know what happened this weekend. what you don't know is how hard I unintentionally fought it all weekend. lol. david told me we were going to the czech republic that weekend to watch some world war II reproductions and I was oh so thrilled... lol but I love him and I know he's into that stuff so I was going along. Needless to say at 5 am Saturday morning I wasn't just jumping out of bed to get to the train. so we were running late. he was stressed. I wore ridiculous shoes that rubbed all the skin off my ankles as we ran to the train. lol. We got there on time but apparently our train was cancelled to get to Frankfort. He was more stressed! lol we wound up spending 3 hours in the frankfort train station when we finally got there to wait on the next train to boredom city... or so I thought. Apparently I'm soooo oblivious because there were signs everywhere that said Paris. but I didnt know until the conductor some ways into the train ride woke me up by announcing that we were going to Paris. ... I was like... OMG DAVID? are we on the wrong train!!! lol he's like no baby... Are we going to Paris! and well...

so we get there and we have dinner at a little cafe on the street. its cute because all of the outside chairs face the street so that you can people watch. after dinner we go exploring... in hindsight we both would have gotten a cab to the interesting part of Paris because we walked a good 5 miles... we walked to the Lourve and then all the way down the river towards the eiffel tower... somewhere during the walk i was cold and wanted to wear his jacket and he was like NO! put your own on... lol Since when was he not a gentleman?? lol then a couple hours later i try to put my hand in his pocket and he shoos my hand away.... i'm like what is the freakin deal with this jacket today. and the thought enters my head... i mean we are in paris for gods sake... so when we go to sit on a bench i look at his pocket... there's a box indention... OMG!!! so we get in a cab and go back to the hotel... ok so maybe i imagined it...

next day... we spent all day in the Lourve... from 10am to 6pm... lol and we decide to once again walk to the eiffel tower. when we leave it's raining... really pouring. and the way that we have to go is all dirt... i'm of course wearing flip flops... so for those of you who dont know me well enough... i hate having my feet dirty. i wash them 3 times a day sometimes... so we start walking... through the mud and the rain. my feet. are. dirty. there is mud squishing between my toes... i'm miserable. lol so we finally get to the champs de elysses (spelling? I dunno im not french) and we are going to walk down it. but i want hot chocolate... lol and somewhere dry. he humours me... thats when he tells me we're not going back to the hotel. aggggh!!! we have 11:30pm tickets to a burlesque show. and i'm supposed to go with dirty feet? i freak out. so hes trying to buy me shoes... lol i dont like anything...and it's all way too expensive. in the end we get a cab back to the hotel so that i can change shoes. lol by the time we get to the eiffel tower and up and back down again it's time to go the show... in line though, i'm playing with the zipper on his breast pocket and he slaps my hand... i'm still like what's the freakin deal with this jacket.

after the show he had plans to take me back to the eiffel tower and propose to me then. when we got out of the show... after our bottle of champagne i was drowsy and tipsy and wanted to go home... LMAO im my own worst enemy... there were no taxis to be found and my teeth are literally chattering... it was so cold. so he takes me home. when he askes me what's wrong that night... im just drunk enough to admit that i thought he was going to propose in paris and that i was somewhat dissapointed... yeah yeah i feel like an ass now...

the next morning he's up at 8am telling me to get up ... take a shower... lets get breakfast... and i'm like? are you kidding??? lets sleep in... we don't have to check out until noon our plane doesn't leave till 1pm... no breakfast... lunch is better... no no no let's go... agggh... i'm aggravated. so we eat breakfast and i once again put on my trusty flip flops (im so buying new tennis shoes this week) and we trudge out into the rain again. well davids really tall and i'm really short and he's trucking it holding the umbrella... so im walking behind him at my own pace pulling our suitcase... in the rain... grumbling... lol we get to the train station... i'm so happy ... its warm and dry... and i'm following him all around inside. then all of a sudden he goes back outside and hails a taxi... are you freakin kidding???? lol i'm not talking to him at all at this point and im wet and cold and miserable. i ask him where we are going and he says i haven't seen the arc le triumph... The ARC??? you woke up me up to take me to the arc that we've been driving past the last 2 days? are you kidding me? i go back to staring out the window. i notice that we're going back to the eiffel tower. i think to myself... hell no we're not walking to this arc from here... over my dead body... lol

out of the car. over the river. up a hill... the rain has stopped. he walks me over to the beautiful fountains i hadn't noticed before and says this is the best place to see the eiffel tower... still in my head im thinking... i got up for this?? so we take pictures... one of me one of both of us that i'm so upset didnt turn out well... lol and then we just sit there for a sec... ive finally had enough and i get up to go and make him follow me for once and he says chelsea i've been trying to get you to this spot all weekend. he kneels down and looks in his bag... ON ONE KNEE... smooth. he says, i've got something for you. and when i look back down he's on one knee with a ring box... chelsea, i want you to be my wife. will you marry me? i think the first thing i said was... i'm such a bitch....lol but i was crying and it was perfect and i'll never forget it as long as i live! :) i love him!

Still the best decision I've ever made!

(I still don't wear tennis shoes)