- 8 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
Where to start! Ok, well, back in November I realized I didn’t just want to spend the rest of my life with my boyfriend, I actually wanted to marry him. So… I told him so, with much trepidation… and he said he’d been thinking about proposing! At the time, he said he’d thought about doing it on our two year anniversary, but that it was kind of close to Valentine’s Day, which isn’t really our bag.
So, a couple of months of sort of dancing around it, figuring out how to communicate about a ring and such. I had a pretty good suspicion that he’d gotten it a couple of weeks ago, but figured that since we were planning to go on a trip to Charleston, SC in March, he’d probably do it then. Decided to completely put it out of my mind as a possibility around V-Day and our anniversary and not mention anything about it until after the trip.
Thursday, he sent me an email about weekend plans, saying that he was going to go have a guy’s night on Friday night– which is our anniversary, and he had previously been talking about what we could do for that, not me! I reminded him, and he was great about it, instantly changed plans to spend time with me, and I could tell he felt worse about it than I even did. Poor thing.
Friday, I’m at work and other errands until 4, and when I opened the door, there were flowers next to my computer with a cute little card. For background, no one I’ve dated has ever given me flowers, so that kind of got me right in the gut in a good way. I figured he was at work and had snuck them in on his lunch break, so I just texted him a thank you.
It actually turned out he’d taken the afternoon off, but was doing other things, and then came by to get me for dinner. We went to the place we’d had our first date, a really cool semi-gourmet pizza joint near my place. He was being very sappy and cute, but like I said, I figured it would be a Charleston proposal, so I didn’t think much of it. At dinner, he mentioned he had another surprise, he’d snuck dessert into my freezer also.
So we get back to my apartment after a great dinner and– well, had “dessert” before dessert, let’s say. Then he vanishes into my kitchen, and I hear all sorts of mysterious clanks and noises. Turns out it was brownies and ice cream, yum.
After dessert, I’m all stuffed and happy and trying to pull myself together– then he says “Hang on, there’s one more thing,” and has me sit down on the couch, pulls up a chair in front of me and starts saying all these very serious and very sweet things and getting all choked up, and I finally realize what’s going on. He pulls a box out of his pocket and we sort of look at each other weird, and he says “Should I take a knee?” I think I said “Sure, why not,” and he asked if I would marry him. Of course I said yes, and much sappiness ensued.
Sorry this is so long, I guess I have a lot to say! I’d attach a pic, but I don’t have any yet. Have a link instead: http://www.etsy.com/listing/61914800/classic-moissanite-solitaire-ring-with