Saying Yes

This blog has been a long time coming. 

With each new blog, I have a nervous energy of figuring out WHAT I want to write.  With each new blog, I stress over what it should look like.  With each new blog, I go over and over and over what the name shall be. 

However, THIS blog was the easiest to begin. 

Because it begins by simply marking the beginning.

This blog, begins with a question: 

"Cassandra Lynne Ah-lan Kalokeokalona Peterson, will you be my wife?"

 

 

The Proposal

A long time ago, Tim promised that he would marry me.  It wasn't a very big secret, and both of our families had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.  So when one fall evening/morning when I opened the door to my kitchen and saw candles everywhere, I knew something special must be happening.

Tim had arranged candles throughout our house and set up a path of rose petals leading through our kitchen into the living room.  I kept calling his name as I was walking through the rose petals, but he didn't answer me.  So when I turned the corner and saw him standing in the living room waiting for me, I barely said, "Hi" when I started to cry.  I didn't ever think I would be the girl who started bawling during a proposal, especially because Tim and I had talked about getting engaged so frequently, but when I saw that this was what was truly happening, I couldn't contain myself.  

I eventually made my way over to Tim and gave him a huge hug and continued to cry into his shoulder.  He finally had to pull me away and said, "Hey...I have something to say to you."

He took me by the hands and said:

"Well here we are in this house that we've built together. We've come so far and worked so hard to make our dreams come true. A long time ago I saw you, and I knew even then that I wanted to marry you...at first it may have been because you were a black belt...but you are the most wonderful and beautiful and smart and caring woman I've ever met."

And with that, he got down on one knee and asked me the most important question of my life.

Of course...his version is slightly different.

He asked for permission from both fathers, and scrambled around to get everything ready, couldn't find a lighter for the candles, and had to shower and look presentable.

I asked him how he wasn't crying during the whole thing, and he assured me that he already shed his amount of tears.  When he fully realized what he was about to do, he said that is what made him a little nervous.

And that was how I realized that I am indeed a girl who cries during her proposal.

The Beginning

I am now officially starting the blog I have been waiting to start my whole life.  

This marks the official beginning of The Burtons, with our wedding planning adventure, and new life together.  

Just yesterday was Tim's 29th birthday, and we have many many more birthdays to come.

I hope you'll stay along for the ride.