{"id":210,"date":"2023-01-06T14:16:53","date_gmt":"2023-01-06T14:16:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/?p=210"},"modified":"2023-01-06T14:22:48","modified_gmt":"2023-01-06T14:22:48","slug":"so-we-got-engaged-ians-view","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/uncategorized\/so-we-got-engaged-ians-view\/","title":{"rendered":"So… We got engaged – Ian’s View"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Now in fairness\u2026 I did have an inkling of what was going on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Our trip to Whistler was originally planned back in January. The timing of our ring shopping excursion in relation to that trip was a clue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The desperation to make that trip happen as scheduled was a clue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When it was finally official that it needed to be postponed due to Omicron\u2026 the urgency to rebook it asap was a clue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Prior to this trip I was informed that we\u2019d be having a photoshoot here. Very typical for us on trips. But apparently I needed to get a new, nicer coat for the photo shoot. That was a clue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Today, March 19, 2022, was to be the rescheduled photo day (weather delayed it from its initially rescheduled date). St\u00e9phane Did everything he could to make it a surprise. Right down to making sure we remembered to bring our tripod we use for these photoshoots along.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had a feeling this might finally be the moment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Until we got to the location. Then he broke the news, he\u2019d booked a professional photographer. And then I knew for sure. The question was being popped today.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We were at Nicklaus golf course in Whistler. A location suggested to him by Angie Gallant, a local photographer he had researched and booked for the occasion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had just the spots for us to get amazing photos. The random blizzard cleared and the sun came out just as we arrived in the parking lot. Yet another sign in our journey together that this was all meant to be.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She took us back along a treed path that lead to Green Lake. Frozen over this day, but apparently during the summer when the sun hits it, it glows emerald green (hence the name). Along the way a lady and her son out with their dogs for an afternoon by the lake. Super sweet dogs, just setting the scene for us dog lovers to have them there with us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We take a few photos. Get into the jive of things. Then around 3:15 PDT she backs away a bit, longer lens on her camera. \u201cI\u2019m going to take a few candids now, you guys just talk with each other.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>This was apparently the prearranged cue for St\u00e9phane.<\/p>\n

We knew we were getting engaged. We had both thought about this a lot. Both had words planned out we wanted to say when the moment happened. Those words were lost for both of us. He stumbled through a few words of how much I meant to him. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Words we\u2019ve both shared many times before now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The exact words used are lost to the moment. Forgotten already. Emotion overtaking.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful cloud dotted blue skies the backdrop to the majestic Fitzsimmons Mountain Range that is the home of Whistler surrounding us, the only words from the moment that really mattered\u2026 as he dropped to one knee, \u201cWill you marry me?\u201d\u2026 promptly followed by my \u201cYES\u201d.\u00a0 <\/span>He slipped the ring that we\u2019d bought together onto my finger. I then slipped his onto his finger. We then sealed with a hug and a kiss.<\/p>\n

My fairytale, better and more amazing than could be imagined, now real life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We then proceeded to shoot many more photos, with rings now adorning our fingers. Photos hugging. Photos kissing. Photos just looking into each other\u2019s eyes. All very easy to capture as our love for each other is so real.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As we headed back to the parking lot, we pass by the same puppies who came up to wish us congratulations.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

St\u00e9phane had booked us reservations for dinner at the Table 19, the restaurant at the golf club clubhouse, but they weren\u2019t for another hour, so we drove to Base 2 of Whistler Ski Resort to get a background for the FaceTime calls to first my parents (my mom screamed and did a happy dance right there in their back porch where they happened to be when they got the call), then with St\u00e9phane\u2019s parents (both extremely happy for us, Fran\u00e7ois reiterating that while I was already part of the family, it was more official now), and then a call to St\u00e9phane\u2019s sister Marie-France to loop her in as well.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We shared the news with a few immediate circle friends by text message before heading into our dinner reservations. The rest of the world will learn once we receive the preview photos from the photographer tomorrow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We headed in for a delicious charcuterie board (we are all but the olives), followed by a plate of some of the most delicious bacon wrapped pork loin we\u2019ve ever enjoyed.<\/p>\n

The table for 2 that we got had one of us face out through the floor to slanted ceiling windows overlooking the lake and mountains. The other facing in towards the wall, which in fairness had some amazing art on the wall (which we looked up and decided was WAY too expensive for us). So we could both get the full experience we traded sides of the table between the appetizer and main course.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And with that\u2026 we are now fianc\u00e9es.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And I, the luckiest man on earth, could not be happier.\u00a0<\/span><\/p> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \t <\/div>\n\t \n\t<\/div>\n\t\n\t<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Now in fairness\u2026 I did have an inkling of what was going on.\u00a0 Our trip to Whistler was originally planned back in January. The timing of our ring shopping excursion in relation to that trip was a clue.\u00a0 The desperation to make that trip happen as scheduled was a clue.\u00a0 When it was finally official […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":212,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"builder_content":"

Now in fairness\u2026 I did have an inkling of what was going on.\u00a0<\/p>

Our trip to Whistler was originally planned back in January. The timing of our ring shopping excursion in relation to that trip was a clue.\u00a0<\/p>

The desperation to make that trip happen as scheduled was a clue.\u00a0<\/p>

When it was finally official that it needed to be postponed due to Omicron\u2026 the urgency to rebook it asap was a clue.\u00a0<\/p>

Prior to this trip I was informed that we\u2019d be having a photoshoot here. Very typical for us on trips. But apparently I needed to get a new, nicer coat for the photo shoot. That was a clue.\u00a0<\/p>

Today, March 19, 2022, was to be the rescheduled photo day (weather delayed it from its initially rescheduled date). St\u00e9phane Did everything he could to make it a surprise. Right down to making sure we remembered to bring our tripod we use for these photoshoots along.\u00a0<\/p>

I had a feeling this might finally be the moment.\u00a0<\/p>

Until we got to the location. Then he broke the news, he\u2019d booked a professional photographer. And then I knew for sure. The question was being popped today.\u00a0<\/p>

We were at Nicklaus golf course in Whistler. A location suggested to him by Angie Gallant, a local photographer he had researched and booked for the occasion.\u00a0<\/p>

She had just the spots for us to get amazing photos. The random blizzard cleared and the sun came out just as we arrived in the parking lot. Yet another sign in our journey together that this was all meant to be.\u00a0<\/p>

She took us back along a treed path that lead to Green Lake. Frozen over this day, but apparently during the summer when the sun hits it, it glows emerald green (hence the name). Along the way a lady and her son out with their dogs for an afternoon by the lake. Super sweet dogs, just setting the scene for us dog lovers to have them there with us.\u00a0<\/p>

We take a few photos. Get into the jive of things. Then around 3:15 PDT she backs away a bit, longer lens on her camera. \u201cI\u2019m going to take a few candids now, you guys just talk with each other.\u201d\u00a0 This was apparently the prearranged cue for St\u00e9phane.<\/p>

We knew we were getting engaged. We had both thought about this a lot. Both had words planned out we wanted to say when the moment happened. Those words were lost for both of us. He stumbled through a few words of how much I meant to him. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Words we\u2019ve both shared many times before now.\u00a0<\/p>

The exact words used are lost to the moment. Forgotten already. Emotion overtaking.\u00a0<\/p>

Beautiful cloud dotted blue skies the backdrop to the majestic Fitzsimmons Mountain Range that is the home of Whistler surrounding us, the only words from the moment that really mattered\u2026 as he dropped to one knee, \u201cWill you marry me?\u201d\u2026 promptly followed by my \u201cYES\u201d.\u00a0 He slipped the ring that we\u2019d bought together onto my finger. I then slipped his onto his finger. We then sealed with a hug and a kiss.<\/p>

My fairytale, better and more amazing than could be imagined, now real life.\u00a0<\/p>

We then proceeded to shoot many more photos, with rings now adorning our fingers. Photos hugging. Photos kissing. Photos just looking into each other\u2019s eyes. All very easy to capture as our love for each other is so real.\u00a0<\/p>

As we headed back to the parking lot, we pass by the same puppies who came up to wish us congratulations.\u00a0<\/p>

St\u00e9phane had booked us reservations for dinner at the Table 19, the restaurant at the golf club clubhouse, but they weren\u2019t for another hour, so we drove to Base 2 of Whistler Ski Resort to get a background for the FaceTime calls to first my parents (my mom screamed and did a happy dance right there in their back porch where they happened to be when they got the call), then with St\u00e9phane\u2019s parents (both extremely happy for us, Fran\u00e7ois reiterating that while I was already part of the family, it was more official now), and then a call to St\u00e9phane\u2019s sister Marie-France to loop her in as well.\u00a0<\/p>

We shared the news with a few immediate circle friends by text message before heading into our dinner reservations. The rest of the world will learn once we receive the preview photos from the photographer tomorrow.\u00a0<\/p>

We headed in for a delicious charcuterie board (we are all but the olives), followed by a plate of some of the most delicious bacon wrapped pork loin we\u2019ve ever enjoyed.<\/p>

The table for 2 that we got had one of us face out through the floor to slanted ceiling windows overlooking the lake and mountains. The other facing in towards the wall, which in fairness had some amazing art on the wall (which we looked up and decided was WAY too expensive for us). So we could both get the full experience we traded sides of the table between the appetizer and main course.\u00a0<\/p>

And with that\u2026 we are now fianc\u00e9es.\u00a0<\/p>

And I, the luckiest man on earth, could not be happier.\u00a0<\/p>","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/210"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=210"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/210\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":220,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/210\/revisions\/220"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/212"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephaneian.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}