{"id":11433,"date":"2013-06-03T08:04:01","date_gmt":"2013-06-03T13:04:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=11433"},"modified":"2013-05-31T15:24:20","modified_gmt":"2013-05-31T20:24:20","slug":"telling-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2013\/20130603-11433.htm","title":{"rendered":"Telling the World (Part 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “<\/em>Our Story<\/em><\/a>” tag for context.<\/em><\/p>\n

Telling the world that we were engaged took time. <\/p>\n

We told our parents on Thursday–Daniel told his by e-mail (since his dad was in a foreign country and didn’t have reliable phone service), I told mine over Skype.<\/p>\n

Daniel’s dad wrote us back a quick e-mail giving his blessing, which Daniel’s mother quickly replied to with her own.<\/p>\n

We met my parents Friday night so Daniel could officially ask my dad’s blessing. It was a bit awkward since our decision was already made. We weren’t asking for permission–we didn’t need permission<\/i>. (A sentiment, by the way, that my dad has expressed on several occasions.) Instead, we were doing the Fiddler on the Roof thing (with none of the undertones of defiance). “We’re not asking for your permission, we’re asking for your blessing”. <\/p>\n

Blessing given, we were ready to tell the rest of our families.<\/p>\n

Saturday morning, we met Daniel’s sisters and mother for breakfast–my first time meeting my future mother-in-law and the older of my sisters-in-law. Then we went shopping for a ring.<\/p>\n

We’d been talking a bit about our story, about how Daniel didn’t propose, about how we just decided<\/i> (mutually) to get married instead of having a schmancy and elaborate proposal. On our way back from ring shopping, Daniel got down on one ring, in jest, and asked “Rebekah, will you marry me?” I answered with something cheeky, I’m sure, because I remember him telling me that I was forgetting the script. I was supposed to say “Yes, I’ll marry you.” Duly chastised, I said the prescribed words.<\/p>\n

Which is why, when we told my siblings at our family lunch that day and when they asked how Daniel had proposed, I replied “He got down on one knee, asked me to marry him, and I said yes.” <\/p>\n

Daniel immediately contradicted me, always honest and not wanting to give the wrong impression. The story came out, how he hadn’t proposed, how we’d just decided–on Tuesday.<\/p>\n

“You mean you were engaged on Wednesday?” Anna asked. “You made me a liar!”<\/p>\n

Yes, I did. I told her. I was sorry, but I didn’t see any way around it. (Thankfully, she forgave me :-) )<\/p>\n

We had Grace take some photos of us that we could call engagement photos–which we posted to Facebook along with our changed relationship status later that afternoon.<\/p>\n

Later, I’d realize that my order of telling was out of order. In all the secrecy of the first few days, I’d skipped a vital group who ought to have heard from me personally.<\/p>\n

The Bible study gals I hadn’t told that first night because I hadn’t told my parents yet?<\/p>\n

Ruth learned when a friend she was going to a movie with saw it on Facebook.<\/p>\n

Incredulous, she texted Beth, almost certain it was a joke.<\/p>\n

Beth’s response was “No… She wouldn’t have gotten engaged without telling me.”<\/p>\n

Except I did.<\/p>\n

Oops.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, they also forgave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “Our Story” tag for context. Telling the world that we were engaged took time. We told our parents on Thursday–Daniel told his by e-mail (since his dad was in a foreign country and … Read more Telling the World (Part 1)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[39],"tags":[841],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11433"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11433"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11433\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11437,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11433\/revisions\/11437"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11433"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11433"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11433"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}