My Fiance and I were (are) in a long distance relationship (I’m in Georgia and he’s in PA). So we see each other once a month or every other month. We had both agreed that we wanted to get married in Spring of 2015 and I told him I wanted at least 6 months to plan a wedding, but really wanted more than that. I had kind of been pressuring him thinking he was putting it off, but he had a plan all along. My best friend told me he asked her to go ring shopping with him, so i knew he had a ring. He came down to Georgia in August and I was on pins and needles the whole weekend. NOTHING. So he flew away and I settled with the idea of waiting til I was going to see him in late September.
The next weekend was my grandparents 50th anniversary party. I was busy helping get ready for their party and he was going to Chicago that weekend to visit a friend. Or so I thought! Instead he and his two good friends drove all day down from Philly. The morning of their anniversary, my sister asked me to come with her to pick up the cake for the party. We ended up pulling up to a park and I saw two guys holding bouquets and I said to my sister “Wow… That guy looks just like *FI*’s friend! No, seriously! He looks SO MUCH LIKE HIM!” And my sister turned and said “Gotcha Bitch!” and jumped out of the car laughing. (that’s when it clicked)
I got out and my sister and his two friends each read a part of a love letter he wrote me.
“This is it. The day we’ve been waiting for so long. Patience is trying, but it’s helped us to endure and to be united. You and I have battled adversity and through it shown how much we love each other and why we should be together. When things have been tough, we joined forces and chose each other. We’ve laughed together, we’ve cried together, we’ve fought together, and we’ve hoped together. For all the aspects of our lives that are about to change forever, here are a few that won’t: I will always fight for you, I will always hope with you, I will always love you, and I will always choose you.
Since I can remember, I have been picturing the woman that I would be facing on this day. Throught the years her face has changed many times. One of the best feelings I’ve ever known is the feeling of new love. Falling in love for the first time. One of the ways I know you’re the one for me is because you’ve changed all of that. I never want to fall in love again. I now only picture one face when I think of the rest of my life, yours. I have fallen in love for the last time, and I will hold on to that love forever.
Today marks the beginning of so many things. One step closer until I get to call you my wie. The start of the real wedding planning! The first day of our engagement. I like our beginnings. The first time we spoke on the shuttle, the first time I kissed you, the first time I flew to Georgia, and so much more. Beginnings can be scary because there’s no way of knowing what lies ahead. I know whatever is ahead for us, if I’m with you I’ll be happy. If I’m with you, I’ll be home. So close your eyes, hold my hang, and jump with me. Don’t fear. Instead, be excited for all the moments, the memories, the time that still awaits us. After all, it’s only the beginning.”
Then they had me walk to meet him. He was waiting for me by a fountain, standing in a heart made of rose petals. He got down on one knee and shared his heart with me and asked me to marry him. I, of course, was blubbering too much to actually say anything so I nodded!
I love that I was caught off guard but still had it drawn out so that I got to enjoy the moment of being proposed to. He felt so clever for planning a surprise visit RIGHT after he had just come to visit. He was right, I was not expecting it then! He planned such a perfect day for us and pulled it off flawlessly!