We just got home from our amazing vacation. As most of you know, we got engaged! I didn't want to broadcast it until we could tell Scott's parents in person and see the joy in their faces. We told them today, and they were thrilled. So I'm now the future Mrs. Scott Whittamore! How weird is that?
On Monday morning, April 5, Scott and I woke up at sunrise to enjoy the view of Nantahala Gorge on the deck of our yurt at Falling Waters Resort. We were staying in yurt #8, the most private. I was preoccupied with setting up the camera for a photo, and Scott said he was going to the car and asked if I wanted anything. "Just some hot chocolate," I said. He returned from the car and reached out to hug me. He looked in my eyes and said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me before getting down on one knee with the most beautiful ring I've seen. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I squealed. I had no idea it was going to happen and was completely surprised by the 7:30 a.m. proposal. Those who know me well know I don't function well in the early morning hours. But it was more perfect than I imagined it would be.
My dad and Judy came to visit and stay the night, so we ran down to their yurt to tell them the good news. I was relieved that dad welcomed Scott and called him the son he never had instead of telling him again about his shotgun. Luckily dad has always loved Scott and so has my mom.
Now for the wedding planning. Anyone have a chateau they'd like to donate for the big day?