- 8 years ago
- Wedding: October 2012
His mom had suggested that we go to a fancyish restaurant in her absense this past Sunday – a place called Moonstruck by a lake near the shore. We got all gussied up and headed out for an early dinner. We arrived at the restaurant about 20 minutes before they began serving dinner, and decided to kill some time by walking along the lake to a cute little bridge across the middle of it.
Let’s rewind a little – I could totally see the ring box in his pocket as we were driving down, *but* it was oddly shaped – much bigger – and so I had *completely ruled it out as being a ring*. I figured the actual ring box must have been in his other pocket, and I was very curious as to what this other item could be.
So back to the quaint lake and the quaint bridge with the view of the ocean… We walked up to the middle of the bridge and stopped to admire the local wildlife. And because I felt that something was coming. He saw me grinning and said something like, “I think you know that we aren’t just here for dinner.” I grinned, and told him that I knew. He told me he knew he never wanted to be with anything else and that he never wanted to be without me, and then he asked me to marry him.
At this point I was grinning like a fool and crying. I stumbled over some words like “yes, of course!” and hugged him so hard that I shoved his glasses right into his face, hurting him. For an encore, my next hug – after apologizing profusely for hurting him – was so hard that it snapped the strap on my dress. Who needs modesty anyway?
The ring, by the way, is the same one that I fell absolutely in lust with when we went ring shopping two weeks ago. He had told me that he hadn’t bought it, but in reality he went back the next day and bought it. He had to leave it at his mom’s house for nearly 2 weeks to avoid spoiling his plans and proposing early.
We went into the restaurant and got a table with a great view of the lake, and I snuck off to the restaurant to try to do something to fix my wardrope mishap. I had brought a needle and thread in the right color, but had to settle for sewing my dress onto my shrug and sewing my shrug shut for modesty…but nothing could have phased me at that point. We enjoyed a sweet dinner together in newly engaged bliss, during which time he told me that he’d been plotting this for on the order of a *month and a half* (WHAT?!). I found out that most of his close friends already knew, including some who are also close friends with me – but only the ones he could trust not to spill it to me.
Anyway, we enjoyed a lovely dinner and then visited our parents to explain the purpose of the goat and show off my lovely shiny ring.
…okay, I won’t keep you waiting. Here it is!
I apologize for the poor photo quality, but my camera and I are having a bit of a disagreement.
It’s still kind of sinking in, but I am beyond thrilled.