- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2013
It’s been a few months since it happened, but I’ve never shared my proposal story on here!
My boyfriend and I were in the Caribbean for a destination wedding over the summer. On the last night of the trip, he kept insisting we go out to dinner somewhere just to spend some time away from the other wedding guests. Well, stupid me, I kept shooting down his date offer because I still had to pack for our flight the next morning! He finally convinced me to go, so I begrudgingly went to find something more appropriate than a beach cover-up to wear to dinner. But since it was the last night of our trip, I had no clean clothes! I pulled on some jeans, a tank top, and a wrinkled cotton jacket. I felt like a jerk when I saw my boyfriend’s perfectly pulled-together outfit.
When we got to the restaurant (pictured below so you can see why I felt so stupid wearing jeans!), we were seated at the bar until our table was ready. It was there on the barstools I noticed something square in my boyfriend’s pocket. I teased him about it: “What’s that? Can I see? Can I see?” He got flustered and said, “No! It’s a little gift I got for you in town today, but I’m giving it to you after dinner.” I didn’t really get the hint. I was expecting a necklace or something. Besides, I had always said he could never propose to me in a public place, so… Anyway, after a melon daiquiri (mine) and a mojito (his) we took our seats right here, overlooking the water.
Now, it’s worth mentioning the weather was a little iffy that evening. A hurricane off the coast was churning up the sea and the wind was a steady 20mph. After we ordered our delicious, fancy entrees, my boyfriend asked our server if we could take a walk down on the beach while our meals were prepared. We did just that.
At this point, though, my boyfriend was a nervous wreck and I was starting to wonder what tonight was really about. He downright ran ahead of me to the beach where the wind was whipping and I was stumbling through the sand trying to catch up. And then, it was the moment I had been waiting for for years. He got down on one knee and opened the box that had been in his pocket and said the lovely, mushy things every gal wants to hear. And he asked the question, the BIG question. Would I marry him?
“OH WOW! Can you afford that?!” (Ugh. I’m such an ass!)
“Really? REALLY?! YES!!!”
We stood up, hugged, kissed, smiled, laughed, and began to trek back up to get our dinners. And that’s when a massive hurricane wave came up and knocked us over.
So, dripping wet and encrusted in sand, our shoes squelching, we went back into the restaurant to enjoy our meals. A few people came up to us with their congratulations. One random lady memorably said, “Enjoy this feeling, hon. It won’t last forever.” (YIKES.) Our bartender came over to admire my beautiful new ring. Our server informed us that my fiance’s sister (who had known the whole time) called and ordered drinks for us. When we got back to our hotel, I called my family and then we celebrated with the remaining guests of the destination wediing. They all knew too, by the way.
It was a really beautiful night, though not without a couple silly hiccups. But that’s what made the night exclusively ours, right? 🙂
Here’s my ring, which he had sneakily gotten earlier in the day when he noticed me admiring it in a jewelry shop!
PS I’m sorry this was so long… I just got totally caught up remembering all the little details!