Well the title sorta gave it away huh? Guess I coulda come up with a more vague one… Nah, big news can be abrupt!

Ryan and I are engaaaaaaged!

I thought maybe it might be fun to put up some blog posts now and then through the wedding planning process that has now arisen! But before that I should prooooooobably share the engagement story! (*Spoiler alert, it’s super cute)

So Ryan and I had a hike planned in the Whiteshell Provincial Park for Saturday March 11. The park is about an hour and a half away but we like to go out there when we can to do some hikes and had been trying to get a winter hike in since like January, but I don’t get many Saturdays off work. We’d also just gone two weeks ago to hike around a different area, so heading out there didn’t seem suspicious to me at the time!

We’d planned ahead where we wanted to go hike because it’s a large park and I later discovered that last Sunday Ryan had secretly gone out with his dad (never hike alone kids!) to scope the area out and pick his spot! So on Saturday we’re driving through the park and we pass a sign for one of the lakes and Ryan says, “Oh I think McGillivray Falls is just after this lake, can you keep an eye out for the sign?” (sneaky sneaky sir, you were there less then a week ago…) so we spot the area and go to turn in. Well the parking lot isn’t plowed and in a Manitoba winter if the parking lot isn’t plowed you’re not parking in the parking lot so Ryan’s going, do you think it’s fine to park on the shoulder here? Should we drive down and see if there’s somewhere to park? and I’m like, nah, shoulder is fine, we’re out of the way, it’s not busy, we goooood (He’d parked in the exact same place less than a week ago, sneaky sneaaaaky…)

So we kind of casually make our way through the hike, up alongside the frozen waterfall and Ryan is somehow subliminally directing me to his spot (I had no idea he was guiding me there haha I thought I was choosing our turns!!). So we arrive at this very pretty vantage point where you have a view out over the lake and can see the frozen falls down to the side and the trees lining the banks and it’s all pretty and snowy and everything and Ryan (who was standing behind me) says, “Look, someone’s initials are carved in this tree!”

I turned and looked and sure enough RW and BW are carved very clearly into the side of the tree we’re beside. So I was like, aww cute! (And in my head am thinking those could be ouuurrrr initials one day!  What a funny coincidence! Yes, I can take a while for things to click) But I didn’t say aloud that they would be our initials because I didn’t want to seem presumptuous, I mean, I’m a lady! Ryan says, “Like Ryan Watson and Becca Watson…” and something in his face or his voice checked me and it suddenly clicked what was happening and then he started getting down on one knee and then he propooosedddd to meeeeeeee!

And, of course, I said yes!

So there we are, our planned adventure for the day became an adventure for a lifetime!



For the Love of Wedding Photos

Wedding photos, dear me, wedding photos.

I wouldn’t say I’m particularly romantic and I don’t get impatient for my turn until I see wedding photos. They come and sneak up on you when you least expect it and suddenly I want to be dressing up for the party.

I love weddings. A friend told me the other day that no one who’s been in a wedding loves weddings. I’ve been in weddings and I love it all; the first looks, the last minute details, the rush and adrenaline, the decorations, the speeches, the photos. Gosh, I love wedding photos.

Everyone just looks so happy. You don’t see wedding photos with a gloomy-looking wedding party unless they’re being silly or ironic. It’s a party to celebrate a this couple and start them off on their new life with a bang and photos somehow capture those happy moments and just make me so happy inside.

Alright, so maybe I am a romantic.

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Being a Closet Romantic

I’m kind of a closet romantic. Okay, I’m a hopeless romantic. I cry during books and movies when characters get together; I just giggled and sniffed and cried through the last twenty minutes of Sense and Sensibility (1995) because Marianne and Colonel Brandon, and Eleanor and Edward and, and, and IT’S JUST, LIKE SERIOUSLY THE WORLD IS MADE OF BUTTERFLIES AND RAINBOWS AND I’M ON A ROLLER COASTER THAT ONLY GOES UP!!

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I seem to give off this sense in real life that I’m very sensible and I think if we’re talking Sense and Sensibility, I’d certainly be more like Eleanor, but while I pretend to look down my nose at the happily-ever-after books my mum and sister get from the library, I secretly love them. I sneak them off of people’s shelves and read them in two hour sittings with this goofy grin on my face for most of the time. Like, I get really into it and sometimes I’m like Okay, time to stop. This is too much now, ODing on butterflies and rainbows here…

My friends used to tease me saying I was gonna grow up to be a nun because I was totally that girl who was still going, Ew boys… and looking away from the tv screen when two characters kissed when she was like fourteen. Yup, I was that girl who insisted romance was blahhhhhh. Now while we’re talking about maturity lets all chant, “Lair lair, pants on fire, hanging from a telephone wire…” Ya, I’ve been a closet romantic probably since about Eowyn and Faramir, or Aragorn and Arwen when I was 11…

And yet, personally, at the rate I’m going I might end up just being a hopeless romantic/cat-lady (but without the cats, because, well, I’m allergic…) because at nineteen and a half I have one friend my age married and three friends my age engaged and I’ve never had a boyfriend. Sometimes I think it would be nice but then I remember how much I relate to a tumblr post I once read that went something along the lines of:

“Boyfriend acquired. Now what do I do with it? How often do I feed it? Do I walk it?”

And I was just like yes! I would have no idea what was going on, so it’s times like that I realize I am still waaaaaay too immature to have a boyfriend. I wouldn’t know how often to feed it and I couldn’t possibly be responsible for all those walks!

So what are some books that made me curl up my toes and giggle while reading? So glad you asked! (Note: This list does not include the books my mother takes out of the library and I read on the DL)

  • Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens **btw, this is my all-time favourite book**
  • Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
  • Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
  • Little Women/Good Wives – Louisa May Alcott
  • Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman Series – Pamela Aidan (retelling of P&P from Darcy’s point of view; phenomenal! Would recommend to any Austen lover!)
  • The DragonKeeper Chronicles – Donita K. Paul
  • Divergent/Insurgent – Veronica Roth
  • The Hunger Games (totally almost typed The Hugger Games there, thought you’d all appreciate that) – Suzanne Collins

So lovely people, next times your looking for a good book give one of these ones a try. Sorry to any guys who read this, these are kind of stereotypically women’s books but if you want to read them, go for it!!

I’m off to continue being a bit of a hopeless romantic now, at least it’s not really a secret anymore!


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Talk to you tomorrow!