WINNER: Beauitful Handmade Ring Dish!

The giveaway has ended and a winner has been selected from a pile of paper clippers with everyone’s name on it.

Let me first say that I simple LOVED everyone’s jewelry answers. I love all the stories behind each one!

Here is the breakdown of favorite jewelry:

Love ring = engagement or wedding band.

Love ring = engagement or wedding band.

I was actually shocked that there were not any watches… I love my watch. But I can see how watches are not nearly as fun as earrings because they help you stay on time and remind you that you are running late for important things.

Anyways, the WINNER is:

WINShe wrote that she loves her earring/ring set from her boyfriend…. Sounds lovely! What a sweet boyfriend.

I will ship your pretty dish soon and I hope you enjoy it! We are now matching dish people.

Loveeeeeeee.

Loveeeeeeee.

Sincerely,

Lily

xoxo

Giveaway: Beautiful Handmade Ring Dish!

I have come to realize that I like to take my engagement ring off when I a)shower  or b)clean the dishes or c)shovel manure.

(I never do C just to let you know…)

That being said, I have been wanting to invest in a pretty little dish to place my sparkly band of love.

While surfing Etsy, I found ChrissyAnnCeramics and fell in love with this:

Loveeeeeeee.

Loveeeeeeee.

She makes these pretty pottery pieces right in New Bedford, MA. How lovely!

It is stamped with a simple ‘I love you’ in French. How chic!

I love the package that it comes in.

I love the package that it comes in.

She also sells bridesmaid gifts:

Adorable and personal.

Adorable and personal.

And lovely dishes you can use:

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Perfect to hold trinkets, snacks, or anything small.

Perfect for a small biscuit or cookie!

Aren’t these pieces just lovely?

The Giveaway

I ordered one ring dish for myself and one for a lucky reader

Loveeeeeeee.

Loveeeeeeee.

To enter the giveaway all you have to do is comment on this blog post, answering this question:

What is your favorite piece of jewelry?

Do you have a watch that means a lot to you? Or perhaps a pair of pearl earrings that are from a relative. Let me know, what is your favorite piece of jewelry.

Mine is (obviously) my engagement ring from Mr. Speedy. My favorite part of it is that inside the band, he inscribed the words You mean everything to me. I can’t imagine any better words.

I have such a creepy pinky. Ew.

I have such a creepy pinky. Ew.

Giveaway ends Monday at midnight and winner will be announced Tuesday, May 21st!

Can’t wait to get this!

Sincerely,

Lily

Underneath the Moonlight

As mentioned in my previous post, Mr. Speedy had planned a surprise, secret getaway for us after the half-marathon.

Little did I know that I would leave as a girlfriend and return as a fiancé.

If you enjoy romantic stories and sunsets- read on.

I suggest playing ‘Cosmic Love’ by Florence + the Machine while you read for lovely drama that will make you tear-up.

Fate.

Fate.

“Hurry up, we have to get on the road,” he smiled at me.

“Ok, ok, I’ll be ready in a few,” I lied. My hair was still dripping wet from the longer-than-normal shower (I HAD to shave my legs, no way was I going to sport hairy limbs). I couldn’t think straight…. What if he asked me tonight? What perfume should I wear? What dress should I pack? Why didn’t I shop? What style is appropriate for possibly the best night ever? Tight? Long? Blue? Light blue? And what heels? OH MY, I NEED A PERSONAL ASSISTANT STAT.

I brushed my teeth like a crazed lunatic as I examined myself in the mirror. I should have had my eyebrows waxed, they were like bushy caterpillars. I wasn’t fit for human eyes, especially the piercing eyes of the handsome, magnetic Mr. Speedy, who by now was growing slightly impatient.

Rummaging in my closet, I tried to find a dress appropriate. I opted for a pencil-styled navy blue dress. Classic. Simple. Audrey Hepburn would approve.

Suitcase in hand, I threw it into the back seat of the car, and Mr. Speedy started driving north.

North. And North. And more North. A couple of hours passed.

“Do you know where we are going, yet?” he asked.

“Uh….no,” I responded. I could have said IS THERE A RING IN THIS VEHICLE SOMEWHERE, but… I resisted.

“Well… we are going to Petoskey. To the Inn at Bay Harbor…. just a little us time. To celebrate a year.”

As my mouth proceeded to drop into my lap, my heart began to beat quicker… The Inn is one of those romantic places reserved for intimate, priceless moments. And where is this place located… put your LEFT hand in front of you, and it is at the very top of the RING finger…

When we pulled up to the entrance, it did not disappoint my young heart’s envisions.

You know the scene when Carrie and Big find the apartment of their dreams and Carrie is like ‘Hello, I live here.’ Well, that is how I felt when we got there. ‘Hello, I vacation here.’

The Inn at Bay Harbor <– let your jaw-drop

Our room could hardly be called a room. It was more of a condo. An apartment. A high-end suite. Fireplace, bar, kitchen, balcony, jacuzzi. Immediately I pulled out the bottle of wine and we toasted-

“To us,” Mr. Speedy said. “To having you in my life for a year and many more.”

Then, we took many pictures (click for larger view):

The next two hours became a combination of quiet whispers, wine glasses clinking, music drifting, bodies embracing, and the soft hues of the evening sky silently floating through the balcony breeze.

Mr. Speedy whispered in my ear, “So…,” and his grip around my waist tightened.

I hesitated for a moment and then launched into a full wine-induced emotional monologue. Sentence after sentence of how happy I was with him, how thankful I was for this amazing trip, how appreciative and utterly devoted I was to his lips, arms, and torso.

Smiling, he turned up the music and moved back towards me, burying his face into my neck.

“Let’s get dressed up and go watch the sunset,” he suggested. “Then we’ll have a nice dinner.”

Relieved that he gave me something to focus on other than the possibility of something else, I quickly got to work to curling my hair.

Luckily, no hairs were hurt.

Luckily, no hairs were hurt.

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And then, hand-in-hand, we made our way down three flights and out to the secluded beach to enjoy the subtle, sinking of the sun.

Such a simple, everyday thing- a sunset. But as I walked beside Mr. Speedy, this one felt different. Important.

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And more-

I thought maybe, just MAYBE, he might ask me something… and just as the sun dipped below the lake, he did ask me something-

“Want to go in for dinner?”

DO I WANT TO EAT DINNER???? Slightly confused and slightly dismayed, I agreed that dinner would be wonderful.

Situated in a little nook within the restaurant, I wondered if Mr. Speedy was thinking what I was thinking. I mean, if you take a girl to a lovely place equipped with a sunset to melt a thousand blizzards, she is probably going to think something very major is going to happen. I even took time to curl my pin-straight hair. I shaved my legs. I was wearing Daisy by Marc Jacobs, my Calvin Klein heels, and Michael Kors jacket. I had all the right guys with me. Was I mistaken?

I decided to completely turn off my compulsive romantic brain, and just enjoy the meal.

One bottle of wine, an order of shrimp and pesto bruschetta, and steak for two later, Mr. Speedy was leading me back outside, to the secluded beachfront, to enjoy the moonlight and star scattered sky.

But this time, I noticed he had one hand in his pocket and was not taking it out.

He turned towards me.

“Lily, you mean everything to me.”

I was speechless, he sometimes had that effect on me. His eyes were fixed on me. I melted in his arms once again.

“I know.”

We took a few more steps and then he stopped walking. Tugging my arm, I looked back and saw he was on his knee.

Immediately, my eyes began to brim with sweet, joyful tears. I felt as if we were enclosed in some kind of secret bubble. Only God and us. That was all that mattered.

He removed his hand from his plaid, pleasantly snug pants… and it held something shiny. Holy God… Oh this is happening, I said to myself. His face wore a sweet, sweet smile. A smile I could love forever.

“Lillian Robin Hergott… will you marry me?”

“…Yes,” I whispered back. “In front of God, yes.” Tiny bursts of tears.

And then before I knew it, my body become compelled to join him on his knees, and we were both kneeling, and kissing with only the type of fervor that people who just committed their lives to each other can kiss with. We rolled in the grass, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. After seconds, minutes, hours, we began to slow down our amateur make-out. Our lips parted and we agreed to not roll around on the grass like hooligans, and have a drink at the resort bar.

As we walked into the hotel, I realized something was on my finger. Up until this point, I did not even glance at my hand or notice that Mr. Speedy had slipped something on my left ring finger.

“Oh! I should probably look at my ring,” I said with giddiness.

Holy moses.

A bit over 2 carats (I know someone will want to know, so there it is), was a brilliant princess cut diamond, perfectly solitaire on a plain band of white gold-

Oh. Hi. Nice to meet you.

Oh. Hi. Nice to meet you.

Oh, is that is what is on my finger?

Oh, is that is what is on my finger?

As I stared at my ring and contemplated what this all meant, Mr. Speedy had another surprise for me.

“Look inside, the band,” he said.

Carefully peeking inside, I smiled and felt tears begin to form again-

You mean everything to me

“I wanted to put ‘I could watch you for a lifetime’ but it was too long…” he explained.

I smiled at him. “It is perfect.”

Both of those lines are from our song- Cinema covered by Jason Evigan.

As we approached the bar, we waved down our waitress explaining we just got engaged. Drinks were ordered- “It’s on the house,” the bartender explained. Smiles were everywhere. We probably made every other individual in close proximity slightly uncomfortable with our mushy composure, but I didn’t care!

I’m going to marry the man of my dreams. The man that is my equal, my match given to me by God.

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Kissing in our Marriot robes on the balcony as an ENGAGED couple. Pretty big deal. Had to share it.

And hopefully, Mr. Speedy is happy to see this every morning for the rest of his life:

PG13. SORRY.

My first morning as a fiance.

Fiancé. It has a nice ring to it.

THIS IS A PG 13 AS MY PICTURES GET.

THIS IS AS PG 13 AS MY PICTURES GET.

Whew. Gosh, sorry if that made you hot, bothered, uncomfortable, or awkward.

That was a long, passion filled post.

Thank you everyone- especially our families. Without your support, we would not be as strong.

Sincerely Love,

Lily aka Mr. Speedy’s future wife that promises to shave regularly