- 3 years ago
- Wedding: August 2015
Hey, girls! I haven’t been around here on the boards for a while because I’ve been tied up with summer classes and getting ready to graduate/student teach. I was also driving myself nuts waiting for the imminent proposal — I knew he bought the ring a while ago and anticipation was killing me, so the best remedy was putting it out of my mind (which included WB for a while, unfortunately! lol).
This weekend (yesterday, actually) was our 7th year anniversary, so we had decided to go away for a mini-vacation, mainly for R&R purposes — but also because I’d never been to Medieval Times and FI (so weird to say that, still!) was all, “You’ve got to be kidding – YOU HAVE TO GO!”
I had a sneaky suspicion that, because he had announced a while back (after buying the ring) that the waiting was because he wanted it to be the right timing, etc. I could only assume that meant our anniversary.. which was monthsss away at the time. Right before leaving, he had let me “play” with the ring, and I’d left it out on the table in its bag. Normally, he puts it away right away. It stayed out overnight, and as I was packing downstairs, I came back up to him saying, “You know, you left ‘your precious’ out on the table. I had to put it away for you.” Jokingly, I said, “Well at least I don’t have to freak out about that happening this weekend.” And so we left for the hotel.
Just as we were arriving, “Crap! I forgot my trimmer.” Now — you all don’t know him, but he treats shaving like a trip to the dentist. Normally, he sports a beard and while I don’t mind it, he knows very well that I love when he has a clean face. It’s usually a “special occasion” sort of thing that he shaves. We had to go to Target, apparently (even before checking in at the hotel) to pick another trimmer up. I was thinking, “Why the hell would one shave before Medieval Times?” I was convinced he’d use that as an excuse for a beard — I thought he’d use the dimmed lights and medieval-esque appearance as a reason to not shave.
After we did get to the hotel, I decided to unpack. I didn’t wear contacts since he was driving, and without them, heard something clunk to the bottom of our bag when I pulled his clothes out. THE BOX! THE LITTLE BLACK BOX! OMFG. Mini heart attack. Sudden freaking out — Am I supposed to announce that I found it? Did he forget that I was going to unpack, or was I suppose to ask? I figured I was better off not ruining the surprise if he didn’t mean for me to find it, so I left it where it fell. Good thing I did. He came into the room out of the bathroom asking, “Did you find something in between my clothes in the bag?” “What do you mean?” “You didn’t see anything?!” “Babe, I don’t have my contacts in. I can’t see in front of my face. I’m going by feel putting this stuff away.” Phew. He bought it.
So here I am, showering and bugging out about whether or not he was going to try to pull a large-scale-Medieval-Times-announcement kind of thing (I am not a center-of-attention kind of person!). I went through everything that might happen — would it be at dinner tomorrow? Is he going to embarrass me tonight publicly? Maybe he’s just considering doing it, and he’ll back out. Maybe it’s not this weekend at all and he doesn’t know if he wants to or not. I got ready methodically, just in case, and he watched me the whole time as he waited. As I sat down on the bed, he popped up. By this point, I was so worked up about possibilities and not knowing when or how, I nearly pushed it out of my mind thinking, Well, it’s not until later anyway.
FI: “Are we going to leave early?”
Me: “I guess so, if you want to.”
FI: “Okay! Let me just get my belt.”
So I turn my head, going for my shoes. All of a sudden, he says my name in a cute voice, and I turn back to him standing in front of me as I sit on the bed with a sheepish smile on his face and his hands tucked behind his back.
FI: “I know you didn’t think I brought it, but I did. [Whips out the ring in its opened box]. Will you marry me?”
I almost died. I didn’t think I was going to be all heart-pumping, panick-stricken out of nowhere, but I barely managed to shout “Yes!!!” and laugh. It was totally not how I expected it, but it was low key and perfect for us.
Today was the last day of our mini-vacation and on the way home, he brought me to go see the venue I fell in love with while pre-engagement wedding “planning.” I’m seriously on a cloud. It hasn’t sunk it – “fiance” still doesn’t sound right yet in conversation – lol! – but I’m sure it will soon. EEEE! I’m so excited. And as I promised after we ordered the ring, here’s the ring porn (and sincere apologies for being sooooo long-winded about this!!):