Little Wishes.

A plan almost always has a happy ending. Essentially, every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time. I really like the idea of a plan not being seen as having definite outcomes, but more like little wishes. —Ben Gibbard

So its been about two and a half weeks since I've blogged and how I've missed it! A few things have happened, so lets get to it shall we?

Now as I said in the last blog, Jared has talked to my father about getting married, which is a huge step because we went about this all the wrong way... I guess I need to explain our situation out a little bit so we're all on the same page of the story.

Jared and I had been dating about two months when he broke his wrist, whilst snowboarding. That night I took him to the hospital to get everything checked out. Other than his cursing and some shaking, he seemed fine and we figured it would be a small fracture or break. When they called him back, they told me that because I was JUST his girlfriend, I would have to sit in the waiting room. If anything, that was a slap in the face. It certainly wasn't my fault we'd been dating for such a short time and had not had the time to become more than boyfriend and girlfriend. We were actually planning on getting engaged after Jared had spoken to my father. This small accident truly turned into a hell-ish nightmare.

Cast, as we always liked to call him, had indeed broke his wrist. However, he had an unexpected extra surprise up his sleeve. Maybe not that far up his sleeve... His hand had been mangled and all the bones had been shifted and dislocated. He would be needing surgery that night, and it was a serious, very rare surgery. When he demanded that they let me come back to his aide, he was shaking violently and seemed distressed as if he'd seen a ghost. The doctor greeted me, told me the problem and the action they would be taking to create a solution. I was flabbergasted. How could this be happening? It was a simple fall and a simple break right? Wrong. The doctor then said he would give Jared and I some time to talk and figure out what we would like to do. It was then that Jared asked me for his ring that I had been wearing for a few weeks. I was confused, that is until he tried to get up and get on one knee. I scolded him and told him to lay down, he was in no condition to be proposing to me on one knee, in his gown, shaking and holding his arm as if it was made of fragile glass. He then asked, "Ariel Danielle, will you marry me, forever and all eternity?" Of course I said yes. What kind of story would that be if I said no?!

A depressing one. Ha!

But as soon as I said yes, the anesthesiologist came and drugged him. The staff then showed me to his room that he would be staying in after the surgery. I seriously sat there for 4 or 5 hours. Staring at nothing. I had spoken to the nurse, Lexie, some, but even then it was small talk. Finally Jared came up to his room, drugged and still a little loopy. As soon as the nurses rolled him into his room, he said "There she is. That's her." Of course he had told them all about me and how I was to be his wife. Freshly engaged. Ha! I could still hear his words ringing in my ears. I was not planning on being engaged at the young age of 20. No, I was thinking maybe 21, 22.... when I was closer to the end of my college career. But here I was, and am, a 20 year-old college student, engaged to be married. 

To sum it up so I don't bore you to death, his family was overjoyed. My family wasn't too keen on the idea of me getting married. However, things were straightened out and now we're all happy.... I think. The thing that scares me is that if we wait too long, Jared's family will be frustrated or even angry. If we marry too soon, my family will think we're rushing things. Its a very very VERY complicated thing it is. But I can say, I'm going to plan accordingly, but to Jared and my wants and needs. Its our day. Our life. Our time. Not anyone else. 

Now that we're all on the same page, I just want everything to go on without a hitch. I've been making little wishes and started planning for our fiesta of a wedding. I wish everyone I invite could come to our wedding. That would be a joyous day, however I know that it won't happen. But I hope they can be there in spirit!

I haven't been the most positive crayon in the box this past week or so. I have felt somewhat down and distraught. I think I need a vacation, or need to go home again to see my family. It will be nice to go home and see them. Roommates I can actually live with because I've been around them my whole life. You know, its an amazing thing to come to college and live with people you've never met in your life. Some of you click, some of you get along but don't say much to one another. Sometimes you can't stand one another.... that can and is the worst of them all, let me tell your from some experience. But after 3 months, you move on, find new roommates and life is good. Sometimes your roommates are special enough that you want to room together again and again. Sometimes, things work out just fine, other times you fight and move on. Its life. Whatever. Just don't take your roommates home to meet your family. Your family can COME meet them, but NEVER take them home. Then your family hassles you on why you aren't friends anymore and you look like the culprit. If they've never met the lucky lady or gent, then they become the miscreant. If I have advise, just don't do it. You'll save a lot of time. 

Now for the title. Of course I'm planning a wedding, which consists of little wishes everywhere. But I don't think that you have to be planning seriously to have little wishes. I think we all have little wishes that in some ways are like plans. We are hoping for something in our life to come along or happen, and maybe they do come true. I like making little wishes on eyelashes and stars. Makes me feel young again. ;) Well its 1:50 in the A.M. Welcome to another Manic Monday! I hope everyone has a delightful week, and remember, its alright to make little wishes. <3