- 9 years ago
- Wedding: September 2013
We’ve been together for 6 years now. We started dating when we were 19 and have been through a lot in time in between. My Fiance is such a sweet guy, but I come with a lot of family obligations. My mother died when I was 9 and I’ve pretty much raised my younger sister. My dad is a great guy, but I’ve basically been the parent most of the time…. but that in itself can be its own story.
We’ve talked about marriage on and off for awhile now. Whenever we’d get close, something would happen. My Fiance has been laid off a few times now in the past couple years. Over the summer, my father suffered a massive stroke which was terrifying. He couldn’t move the right half of his body. He couldn’t walk or move his arm/hand/fingers- even his speech was affected. I threw myself in fixing up the house to make it friendlier for whatever shape my dad would be in when he got home from the hospital. During this very dark time, my Fiance shined. He was right beside me every step of the way. He spent almost every day helping me clean and arrange things for a month. He knew when to stop me and when to let me keep going so my mind would be off of things. He moved into my house so he could help me with the bills and take care of my dad. My father made so much progress with his physical therapy. He can now walk and talk again, but still struggles with some of the finer motor skills in his fingers. I don’t know how I could have gotten through this without my Fiance.
Last fall we began to talk about engagement rings. My mother had left me her ring, which was absolutely beautiful. It was an oval diamond with two pear shaped sapphires on either side. I told him that my aunt was given it after she died for safe keeping. I told him to ask her for it and put it in a white gold setting. I was on cloud 9 until my Fiance told me the bad news; my aunt no longer had the ring. She claimed she gave it back to me was I was 12. (Which I knew she didn’t) I was heartbroken. I began to look for similar designs when I found one that took breath away. It was so similar to my mother’s ring, yet it also had my own style in it. I showed it to my Fiance and he printed it out and put the picture in his wallet and carried it with him wherever he went.
This past January he started asking me more questions about the ring. (My ring size, the shape of the stone, etc.) My suspicion was also elevated by the fact that our 6th Anniversary was coming up on February 3rd. He’s terrible at keeping things from me and all the signs were there. I played along, but I got my nails done and made sure I looked nice that day…. just in case!
The Day of Our Engagement:
He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but I already knew. I felt bad because I knew how badly he wanted to surprise me and the amount of thought he put into it. I actually had to stop myself from pointing out that he was about to miss the turn. He pulled into a place near where he grew up that has beautiful trails through the woods. We took the familiar trail and walked for about 20 minutes until we reached the end. He got down on one knee in the exact same spot he asked me to be his girlfriend six years earlier. He was so nervous! He opened the box and stammered over his words before he just asked, “Will you marry me?” I said yes and hugged him. I tapped him on the shoulder, laughed, and told him to slide the ring on my finger. He asked me what he had said because he couldn’t remember. We took a few pictures to remember the moment and walked back hand and hand talking about our future.
Afterword, we went to a beautiful restaurant. He reserved a table that had its own private balcony that looked over the whole place. Dinner was amazing! We went to my grandmother’s house to celebrate with champagne and some close friends and family.
Here are some pictures!
The exact spot where he asked me to be his girlfriend, he asked me to marry him!
Us, right after the proposal!
Our table at the restaurant.
… and my engagement ring!