- Miss Butterfly
- 9 years ago
- Wedding: December 1969
I’ve been cyber stalking weddingbee since my engagement on 10/04/2008. A couple days ago I finally decided to join and so here is my inaugural post; I thought it would only be fitting to supply an excerpt of my side of how he proposed from our wedsite!
After running a few errands, I finally made it home. All I wanted to do was to take a hot bath and relax. My phone rings, and its Mr. Butterfly telling me to be ready for 6pm. Of course, I don’t feel like going so I can’t find anything to wear or the energy to really look. The first thing I put on is jeans and a shirt even though I know I should make more of an effort since we’re going to The Melting Pot. He arrives at the house on time (for the First time!) which should have been my first clue had I not been brain dead! In he walks with a bouquet of calla lilies and for the first time they are not all white, included in the arrangement were purple and mango callas. Since he buys me flowers fairly often, I didn’t think anything of the flowers. I really just figured they were because I took the test, and well, I like flowers! Lol! He was dressed in a button down and slacks; so I was coerced into putting on a cute little dress! Anywho, we left the house and went to the restaurant.
Our reservation was for 8pm we made it there a little early, but we went inside anyway. The hostesses informed us that it would be a little while before they could seat us. I didn’t have any problem with that since it was obvious they were slightly backed up as evidenced by the other parties waiting to be seated. I remember looking over at the hostess stand while we were waiting and the hostess looking back at me saying she was sooo sorry for the wait; I was sitting there thinking they must think I’m gonna cause a problem or something…lol. A few minutes after that, the restaurant manager came out and offered us any wine on the menu on the house. I really wasn’t paying any attention to the fact that they didn’t offer those amenities to anyone else, but why buck a good thing! Their bad! Lol! After several more minutes, about 8:40ish we were seated in a secluded area of the restaurant that, prior to that night, I didn’t know existed.
We talked and laughed through the first three courses when the restaurant manager reappeared with a gift wrapped in white paper. Wait, hold up! Prior to that, his phone rang, he left the booth to answer it (turns out it was his mom; she thought he’d already ask me) and I remember wondering what was taking him so long. Then, he came back to the table and must have gotten some seasoning or something into one of his eyes because it was really irritated and watering so he had to leave the booth again and go to the restroom! Lol! When he came back, his eye was red and swollen from his picking at it! (Now, I think it was his nerves getting to him!) So then the restaurant manager reappeared with a gift wrapped in white paper. Me, being oblivious to everything and obviously thinking I’m completely worthy of such treatment, didn’t ask any questions just took the gift and started trying to open it. Whoever wrapped that thing must have used a whole roll of tape because between that and my freshly manicured nails, I had a hard time. Well, just as I was getting the package open, I looked up at him (who had been in the background talking the whole time) and he was on his knee holding the ring up at me. I didn’t say anything, just started crying! Like, really crying; couldn’t talk! Lol! Well, I said yes! Then I went back to opening my gift and discovered it was a bible with the inscription, “Mr. & Mrs. Butterfly.”