- 7 years ago
- Wedding: October 2013
I thought you might enjoy a story from the perspective of the future groom (proposer, rather than proposee).
I bought the ring, expecting to plan my proposal afterwards. To my surprise, it’s might as well be the ring from Lord of the Rings, because the longer I was hanging on to it, the crazier I became. I had to act fast, because I thought she might be catching on!
Her cousin helps me get her out of the house. I drop in on the parents, bringing them a little gift. I explain my plans for the future, tell them how much I love their daughter, and ask for their blessing to propose. Her mother shrieks with joy immediately. Her father looks at me in an intimidating manner for what FELT like an hour, I began to freak out, finally, he starts chuckling and says, “Of course!” SO RELIEVED!
I take a flower that I was specifically growing in our garden for something like this and I put it in a vase. I take a line of lyrics from my favorite love song (it’s a hard rock song so it’s OK), and write it out on parchment in calligraphy.
I roll the parchment up, tie it with a beautiful red ribbon, and place it in the small vase. I put the flower in there as well.
I go to our favorite local park. I’m searching for a place to hide the vase. I can’t find anywhere that is secretive enough! So I keep looking!
I accidentally wander onto a gross muddy/swamp like path, where there’s some mosquitos. AHH!!!
At this time, it’s about 90 degrees and I have walked about 2.5 miles looking for the perfect spot, so I’m starting to perspirate a bit. The damn bugs catch on to that and start chasing me. I swat at them, but they bite mercilessly. I start jogging to avoid them, they follow, biting the whole time.
I start RUNNING at this point because the bugs are so damn persistant. Only problem is, I’m in flip flops so I’m slipping/sliding on the wet, muddy ground. A few seconds later, I take a dive and my legs are covered in gunk.
I look at the vase, which I have been carrying the whole time. Thankfully, the parchment is still clean inside it, but one of the petals on the flower inside it was lost. Oh well…
Sweaty at this point, one leg covered in mud, I push on, hoping I won’t run into anyone in the paths along the way.
Eventually, I find a non-muddy, non-bug infested section of the park, hidden away from the public view.
I hide the vase with the flower and the parchment in a spot alongside the path, covering it up with a huge branch so I will remember the location.
I make it back to my car without anyone seeing me in all my grossness (yuck) and head home.
There, I take a GOOD SHOWER after my basically 90 minute, 4 mile muddy/buggy walk. Thank god.
Fresh and clean, I invite my lady to a walk in the park. This is typical for us on a summer day, so she doesn’t get suspicious.
I lead her to the spot where I placed the vase. She begins to catch on, and begins to wonder whether I’m proposing. (I’m nervous/stuttering the whole time)
I surprise her with the vase (flower, love letter and all). She begins to tear up.
I don’t propose, but lead her back… she probably thinks it’s coming soon and that this was a build up for it…
On the way back, she finds a bouquet of those “eternal” plastic flowers deliberately placed right near my car… but you could only see them as you leave the park, not as you enter… due to the angles involved. They are really beautiful and elaborate, considering they’re plastic…
She says, “oh my god, did you get those for me TOO?”
I’m confused. No one seems to be around the parking lot, and I didn’t place the flowers there… not so close to my car. Yet it seems as if someone put them there on purpose. I look around, seeing no one anywhere…
I blink, “no, I.. I don’t know where those came from.”
She giggles, “ooooh sure…. yeah right! Stop pretending.”
I say, “No, seriously, uh… they’re not from me.”
She takes them, kisses me, and says, “Uh huh. Like I’d believe that.”
I look all around, searching for the poor soul whose plastic flower bouquet my soon to be Fiance just inadvertanetly stole.
In my head, I whisper, “ok, I guess I just have to go with it…”
(Weird, weird, weird coincidence considering it was right up next to my car, but HIDDEN in such a way that she couldn’t have saw it when we got out and walked into the park)
On the way back to my house, I say, “Oh, yeah, I have something for you at home.”
I know what she’s thinking. She tries to hide a smile.
I sit her down on my bed, tell her to wait there. I grab the ring box from the hallway, hide it in my pocket.
I kneel on one leg in front of her.
“[her name],”, I say, “I have something for you…”
She starts crying.
I reach under my bed, and pull out…… A SCRAPBOOK!
She’s stunned. She’s wondering where the ring is, no doubt!
I explain to her, that I have taken every little memento from photos to sports game tickets to movie stubs and postcards from trips… all that stuff.. everything I could find, and made a scrapbook out of it.
We flip through it, remembering all the wonderful times we have had together. One by one we relive all the great days and nights we have spent together over the years…
I even have the movie ticket stub from our first date, when she sees that she’s sooo surprised!!!
About 11 pages into the scrapbook gets us up to the present day (it’s chronological)
On the 12th page, I wrote,
Each item in here represents a memory, a special time that we have shared together. Every day, I love you more and more. I would like to add more memories to this book and then another… then another… and another.
[Her name], will you marry me?”
Finally, after all the teasing, I flip open the top of the ring box. It’s got the center stone from my grandmother’s ring that she passed on to me just last year and 4 smaller diamonds that I added to make it her own, set in 18K white gold.
She loved it! She said yes!
Probably the best moments of my life! I love her so much!