Saturday night I grilled Matt for all of the details leading up to the bended knee. He explained that he began the whole process months ago. Apparently my ring size was quite the issue. My ring is 3 1/4 and could possibly need to be a little smaller but I’m still getting used to it so well wait a little while. Not only does having the tiniest hands in the whole wide world make my Garmin look huge, it delays proposals.
Because of the ring hold up Matt had planned and replanned quite a few propsosals. I made him explain all of the possible options and reassured him that the lighthouse proposal was the absolute best possible option.
My champagne high finally started to wear off and I was able to dose off for about an hour before we were woken up by a huge bang outside our door. We jumped up to check it out but heard or saw nothing else. I shrugged and went to go back to bed. Matt then remembered that he was told that the St. George Inn was haunted. This would weird out most people but since I am a ghost hunting freakazoid, I was downright giddy. Unfortunately we had no more possible ghost encounters while at the St George Inn.
My excitement from the day kept me up and right after dawn I decided that I could not be contained to a hotel room any more and woke up my betrothed to find some breakfast. We biked down the road and in true Groundhog Day fashion, I ordered French Toast and chocolate milk again.
After breakfast we strolled the beach collecting shells and biked around a bit before heading back to hang out on our balcony for a little while before packing:
Saturday we biked about 15 miles so we decided to do some walking Sunday instead. We headed down to the St George Island State Park for some beach strolling:
Even the beach was feeling romantic and gave us a heart shaped gift:
We did some sand graffiti:
and of course, took some toe pictures:
For lunch I was craving some veggies so I had a garden salad and breadstick (SO GOOD) from BJs:
I wanted to buy Matt a little something for him to remember the weekend by, you know, in case the rock on my finger wasn’t enough. I tried to convince him to get the pirate mood ring but he wanted this instead:
After stalling as long as possible, we hit the road, through the Apalachicola National Forest and back to Tallahassee.
I am trying to convince Matt that we need to recreate this weekend every weekend.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Until I see one, I don’t think they do.
If you could eat the same thing for breakfast every day, what would it be?