- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
I haven’t written anything that wasn’t for school for a long time, so fogive me if this sounds like a research paper.
I don’t know how my fiancee came to the decision to ask me to marry him. Seriously, I was physcho before we became engaged, and I’m surprised that he didn’t just assume this would make me crazier. That poor guy has put up with so much crap during our 6 year relationship, everything from my mood swings to my very large and opinionated family. The day of his proposal wasn’t any different.
We were supposed to be going to church on Christmas Eve if I got out of work ontime. Secretly, I was hoping I wouldn’t be out on time, it had been such a long day and all I wanted to do was take a nap before having to hit up 3 different families and being out until what would likely be 2 in the morning. Unfortuantly, I was out with more than enough time to get ready. As soon as I walked in the door I was just so grumpy and yelling and being upset about everything.
Now ladies, you know how frusterating it is when you are having a “fat day” and can’t find anything to wear that looks ok. This happened to me, on Christmas Eve, after very little sleep and long day at work. Can you guess what happened in the next half hour? I’ll give you a hint, it involved half of my closet thrown around the room and lots of make-up touch ups due to tears galore. Yup, that’s right, I had gone into a full-blown hissy fit, one of my finest if I might add.
Unfortuanetly, because of my temper tamptrum (yes, I really am a huge brat, and willing to admit it), he was unable to give me my gift before church like he wanted to. So once I finally calmed down, and got dressed, we went to church (where I found out later he had the ring in his pocket the whole time, worrying I was going to feel the square box). After church he made up some excuse for us to come home before we had to go see his family.
Once home, he told me to go sit on the couch and he would give me my present a day early. So there I am sitting on the couch in front of our Christmas tree, which was the only light source in the whole house making it beautiful! He comes in talking about how he loves me and knows we’ve been through a lot together, and as he gets down on his knee, tells me that he wants to go through more with me, like the rest of his life. Of course, me being the nerd that I am, kept asking him if he was serious (he was, thank goodness!). I must have asked at least 6 times. Once I realized that he was, I tackeled him, tears all over my face and said yes! He was shaking so much that I thought he was coming down with a cold. I had to ask him later if he was nervous about asking me, or if he was nervous because I had been so moody earlier — just asking me, have I got a great guy or what 😉
I couldn’t have asked for a better engagment, with all my brattiness I’m still a very simple girl and that was such a simple and romatic proposal. How was yours? What was your favorite part of your proposal?