- 8 years ago
- Wedding: September 2014
When he proposed!
My partner had Thursday off, and mentioned that he was going Christmas shopping with his mother. I didn’t think much of it, as he had done the same last year. I had also shelved the idea of an impending engagement months ago. We’d discussed it (around the time of my first post here), but the “when” was still largely nebulous, so I had let it go for the most part.
I left work at 9 p.m.— hungry, tired from a long day of dog training, and completely uninterested in cooking. I called him to see if he wanted something I could pick up on the way home. He sounded completely normal on the phone, we decided on Wendy’s, and I hit the drive-thru.
When I arrived home, I called him from the garage to help me carry the beverages. In hindsight, he was reluctant to come downstairs, but I shrugged it off. He ended up grabbing the drinks and hurrying back into the house. I took my time getting out of the car, and as I leisurely ascended the garage stairs I heard him say,
“I got your Christmas present.”
I replied, “Oh, Yeah? Is it big?”
“Eh,” he said.
I responded with something to the effect of, “You’d better hide it well, ‘cause I’m going to tear the place apart looking for it.” I then added, “No, not really. I actually love surprises.”
Just as these words came out of my mouth, I reached the top of the stairs, turned the corner, and there he was on one knee with an open ring box, a red face, and a huge grin.
“I couldn’t wait until Christmas,” he told me.
I was so stunned, I clapped a hand over my mouth and promptly dropped the bag of food in my hand. I’m pretty sure I gushed, “Oh, baaabyyy…”, and propelled myself into his arms.
We hugged, kissed, and he said, “Let’s get this on you,” taking the ring from its box.
It was at this point that I realized he hadn’t actually proposed yet, so I chuckled and told him, “You have to say it first.”
He started laughing and fell dramatically to the kitchen floor. Then he knelt again, took a deep breath, and asked,
“ [AvaAdore], will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I said. Then added, “Duh.”
He slipped the ring on my finger, and we stood staring at each other. I was numb from the shock of it; I didn’t even know how to go about the rest of my night. I partially recovered when we noticed that our fries had spilled all over the floor and were being eaten by the English Bulldog puppy staying in our home for a board-and-train. We shooed him away and picked up the food.
I was running so high on adrenaline I’d lost my appetite. I forced myself to eat about half of my sandwich before giving up. It was already 10:30 p.m. by this time, so I decided to call only my mom and sister.
When my mother picked up the phone, all I had to say was “Mommy…” and she started SCREAMING.
It turns out that he had approached my mom after Thanksgiving dinner (under the guise of walking my sister’s kids to the car) and asked her for my hand. Apparently, she reacted so strongly that my sister noticed and ambushed him, and they both clung to him, crying and carrying on. He tried to calm them down, fearing that I would notice. Luckily, I was inside being all holiday-drunk and oblivious.
This whole thing is so crazy. After four days, it still feels like a dream. He confessed that he’d been looking at rings/planning a proposal since AUGUST and I had NO earthly idea. He was orchestrating this elaborate Christmas surprise (including a fake-out present to build suspense), but when he found the ring he just decided to go for it that night.
I’m so proud of him. I’m glad it happened this way: together at home, during a time when I was not dwelling on engagement. It makes me giddy that he just couldn’t bear to wait another day after buying the ring. This whole story is so US: silly, relaxed, and natural. And the ring…oh, the ring is so ME. I never gave him any input, and I don’t typically wear jewelry, so he was pretty much flying blind. Yet he managed to find a ring that suits me perfectly. It’s simple, and lovely, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. And damn, does it sparkle.
I know I’m not the most prominent of members, and I never added myself to the Waiting List, but I have followed many of your journeys, and there is such a sense of community on this board that I preferred to post the end of my journey right here. Thanks for taking the time to share in my joy.
To all of you still waiting, it’s worth it if HE’S worth it. Nothing else matters.