An All American Proposal :: Engagements

When Joe left the house on Saturday morning, Jill was under the impression her beau would only be gone for a half hour or so. She began making breakfast, french toast, but was soon stopped by the knock at the front door. When she opened the door to find her neighbor standing with a red rose and a card, the confusion set in. After being told she had an hour to get ready, Jill headed out to the nearby lake where she was to find rose - and clue - number two. After a row boat ride across the lake and an obstacle course challenge, she was given her second rose by Joe's fellow Marine before being directed to the National Marine Corps Museum. It was here that Jill realized she needed to prepare her mind, and her body, for the marathon she was about to begin. What she thought was a quick trip to the lake had now turned into a day full of physical challenges, relationship trivia, and lots and lots of roses. From the museum Jill was sent to the Kennedy Center, the White House, the Haupt Fountains, the Washington Monument, the Starbucks on H Street, the Korean, WWII, and Vietnam memorials, and then, finally, the Lincoln Memorial. If you lost count, that makes twelve roses, twelve challenges, and twelve Marines in their dress blues that Jill had to find.

If you haven't had the chance to experience a man in uniform in public, you should know that they draw quite the crowd. During the two and a half hours we were waiting for Jill to find her roses, the boys had little more than a five minute break from tourist after tourist asking for pictures.

Good thing the tourists were pretty cute.

This is Jill at the Vietnam memorial being asked to correctly answer how many children Joe wanted.

Internet World, the following picture is proof that we have seriously brave men fighting for our country. In the off chance you're blind and reading my blog, that's a big audience.

She said YES!

This is Joe. He's handsome.

And this is Jill. She's gorgeous.

And then there were toasts.

Jill, I know you had absolutely no part in planning this beautiful adventure of a day so I'll have to take this moment to thank Joe for letting me be part of his amazing plan. I feel so honored to have been able to document such an unforgettable moment and I cannot thank you enough for letting me come along. Congrats on your engagement and welcome to wonderful world of wedding planning!

Michelle

Making Lists :: Life

For as long as I can remember list making has been my rail pass from a chaotic mind to an organized world. When deciding upon the better of two choices, a list of pros and cons forced me to see the best option. When writing essays in college a list of brainstormed thoughts was exactly what I needed in order to put pen to paper. And when planning my wedding a to-do list was by far my saving grace throughout our eight month engagement. Lately I've been making a new kind of list - one that consists of everything I love about where I live. To be honest it began as a mental list of things I love about where I used to live. But after realizing the beauty of Northern Virginia, I decided two lists would be necessary. I'm making this post short by leaving you with the following lists of things I luuurve about Central Oregon and Northern Virginia. Two places and I've grown to call home.

Things I love about Central Oregon ::

1. Recycling. I feel guilty, way guilty, when the Grocer gives me plastic instead of paper.

2. The Outdoors. I miss having roads with bike lanes and cars with ski racks. ...I'm so weird. I also miss this place.

3. Independent breweries + coffee houses.

4. Hot days, cool nights, no bugs, and no humidity. My kind of summer.

5. Farmland ...I'm more of a country girl than I let on.

Things I love about Northern Virginia ::

1. Being 20 minutes from the most powerful city in the world.

2. History. The west coast kind of missed out on that whole American history thing.

3. Proximity. I am close to everything here.

4. Old Houses + Estate Sales. I have a slight affection for all things old.

5. Farmland...I'm more of a country girl than I let on.

I snapped these pictures while my mom and I were hiking through Smith Rock this morning. They remind me of how unique and beautiful this home of mine is.

Have a wonderful evening,

Michelle

Reaching Old :: Personal

For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be Old. When I was five I wanted to be ten, when I was ten I wanted to be 13, and, much to my parents' dismay, when I was 13 I couldn't wait to be 16. And now? Now I think age 80 is going to be the best. age. ever. My motives have changed but the basic truth remains; Being Old is a wonderful thing. In this situation - as is the case in most situations - Old is an obviously arbitrary term, much like the way 'when I grow up' is tossed around as if we all know what it means.

I've yet to meet anyone who knows what this phrase means.

Still, I want to be Old. If Old is synonymous with wise, which happens to be synonymous with experienced, then Old, by all means, is something I'd like to be. It's an attraction not unlike the way I'm attracted to savory foods after eight p.m. - an addiction of sorts. Like a magnet is helpless against the pull of steel, I too am helpless against the pull of wanting to be Old.

It isn't the flesh colored hearing devices fit snugly in the ear, nor the excessive use of words like slacks and hankies. While these things flirt for my attention like a young boy flirts with his girl by throwing rocks up her skirt, they aren't what have won me over.

That honor would go to the story.

Oh, how I long to have a story. A well written narrative with depth, and breadth, and flavor - some sort of culmination of climbed mountains, swam oceans, and eaten Italian food. Somewhere it was written on my soul that this story is perfected by reaching Old and as a result I envy those whose tale has been mastered. I listen to their beautifully written autobiography and hope, pray really, that their wisdom, experience, and years can swim across the air and seep beneath my skin to make me even just one minute closer to Old.

So I wait with a mixture of eager anticipation and longing, as if tomorrow were my birthday, or Christmas, and I try to make today a good page in the story of my life.

Here's to living to be Old.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Michelle