- 8 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
Hello! Let me start off by saying that I am SO EXCITED to share this with you ladies! Also, it only took about and hour after he popped the question to say, “So…are you going to update Weddingbee now?” HAHA I didn’t know he knew I got on here so often… Anyway…Here’s the story!
My family from Petoskey was in town this weekend so I spent Friday and Saturday night over at my mom’s house to visit. My Fiance (SO weird to type that!) stopped by periodically to say hello and visited for a couple hours both days. Sunday my family and I spent all day drinking coffee, snacking, chatting, and napping so when he got out of work at 6pm, I asked him to come pick me up from my mom’s house.
He got there about 7, visited for a while, and we took off.
As we were driving down the road (mind you, I was in a ratty, lime green t-shirt, grey sweat pants, and DRESS SHOES because I forgot to take my tennis shoes with me…) he reminded me that it was the second anniversary of his grandfather’s death and ask me if I’d like to go out and have a cigarette with him (when his grandfather was alive we would go over to his house and chain-smoke with him for hours at a time while listening to his stories, and he was very close with him, so a few times a year we visit his grave and have a smoke for him). The half hour drive there we chatted, and nothing was unusual.
The sun was just about fully set when we got to the cemetary, we had our cigarettes, and just as I was ready to head to the car he said, “Did you take a public speech class in highschool?” I said, “Yes, and I think I passed it with a D. It was awful.” He then said, “Well, I’m going to try to make a speech. I really wanted my grandparents to be here on the best day of my life, and this is the closest place I could find.” I looked over at him, down on one knee, and he said, “Do you want to marry me?”
I immediately said, “Oh my God, we’re in a cemetary! YES YES YES STAND UP YES!” After her stood up, I practically jumped in his arms and started laughing uncontrollably. I was SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY. All I could think about was how I wanted to jump up and down right then, but because we were standing on his grandfather’s grave, I just couldn’t. So the laughter increased…
He then asked me what was so funny and if he had done it wrong. I told him why I was laughing, so we walked a little ways (when we weren’t standing on a grave) and I got to jump and dance and laugh some more.
When we got back into the car he asked me if I understood the significance of proposing to me at his grandfather’s grave, besides wanting him to witness it. I said no and he told me that my grandfather had done the same with with my grandmother 45 years ago, except it was on his father’s grave (my grandfather’s father died when he was 11 years old).
It might sound morbid to some, but really, it wasn’t. It was quite possibly THE most thoughtful, heartfelt, beautiful, unexpected proposal. Perfect.
At the bottom is a crappy cell phone picture of my ring, it’s currently at the jewelers getting sized because the Fiance overestimated the size of my finger by 2 sizes. I will take a new picture as soon as I get it back! Haha
P.S. That was, quite possibly, the longest proposal story EVER, but I really didn’t want to leave anything out. I apologize if it was terribly boring, the story really means something to me! 🙂