- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2013
This past weekend, my SO (now FI!) and I went on vacation to the BWCA–for those who aren’t familiar, it’s a wilderness area made up of a series of lakes between Minnesota and Canada. You have to canoe in and portage between lakes and it’s pretty isolated. Completely the opposite of my normal heels-every-day-cell-phone-in-my-hand-constantly life, but that’s why we like it!
First some back story: We’ve been together for 4 and a half years, living together for nearly 4. We’ve talked about marriage off and on for the past few years but the timing hasn’t been right. i did know he had a ring (accidentally found out he bought one) but didn’t know what it looked like or when he was planning to propose. He’d had it for over a month, so I knew there was a possibility that he would propose on vacation, but was trying not to get my hopes up.
On Tuesday night, we were packing up the last of our things so we would be ready to go after work on Wednesday. He told me he had to run to the bar down the street and drop off some paperwork for one of his subcontractors. Not unusual. However, he was gone over an hour which made me a bit cranky since I was left packing by myself. He told me he lost track of time; I was annoyed but just dropped it since I didn’t want to fight right before vacation.
We headed north Wednesday evening to stay in our friend’s cabin that night. It sarted to rain…and rained all night…and was still raining the next morning. We realized that we were just going to have to deal with being wet for a while. It took us about 4 hours to canoe/portage to our campsite and it rained The. Whole. Time. I’ve never been so utterly soaked in my life (and this was with a rain jacket on! I can only imagine how bad it would have been without one). My hands were so wet that the nail polish I had put on the day before started to bubble up and peel off.
We finally arrived, and since it was, yes, still raining, we set up our tent and changed into dry clothes and then decided to just hang out in the tent for awhile. He asked what I was doing (peeling off the rest of my nail polish). I laughed and said “I guess it was a waste of time to paint my nails” and he said “oh I don’t know about that…” and me being utterly clueless, held up my hands and said “no look, they look like crap” and tried to show him.
Then he took my left hand and said, “So, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you…” at which point it finally clicked with me that he was proposing and I started to cry. I cried even harder when I found out that when he told me he was at the bar, he was actually at my parents’ house talking to my dad.
It was different than he planned (rain meant no sunset/shoreline proposal) but it still was perfect. He managed to completely surprise me (to the point that I’m pretty sure I jumped when he put the ring on) and it was completely us–not staged or formal, no flowery fancy words–just simple and very “real”. The downside was I had no cell service to call anyone for three days…but the fact that I woke up every day to “Good morning fiancee!” more than made up for it
It did eventually stop raining late that night, and we had great weather for the rest of our trip. It was really nice to be able to just enjoy spending time together before we came back and entered the whirlwind craziness of calling everyone to share the news. We’re both so excited to get married and I’m utterly in love with him AND with the ring! It’s even better than I hoped for and I can’t stop staring at it.
Two carat aquamarine with half carat diamond side stones in a white gold setting.
And probably one of my favorite pics (the end of the trip–note how dirty our hands are lol)