- 5 years ago
- Wedding: September 2014 - Garden outside our church
I guess I just have to share my proposal story…a week later, but better than never!
As some of you know, dearest and I will have been together 8 years this May. Needless to say, my head and biological clock have been saying “time’s running out!” for a while. But, of course, my heart has different things to say. So I had reasoned that my transition from medical student to resident would be a good time to make other life changes if he didn’t start the marriage ball rolling officially. Then a few weeks ago, I accidentally saw a purchase confirmation from James Allen (but made myself not pry–I wanted to be surprised!)
So, two weekends ago we went to a Burns Nicht where I half expected him to propose during the toast to the lassies. Alas, no bite.
Then he was insistent that we spend St. Valentine’s together (since med school started we live 3.5 hours apart and normally only get to see each other on weekends or special occasions). I didn’t think much of it, just planned a nice dinner (me cooking is a big deal!), got him a nice bottle of Scotch and an orchid, and went about my day. I was on a consult service that got a consult at 4:30PM that afternoon–I was just a bit ticked! So on my way to the other hospital, I called him, expecting him to be most of the way here (his plan was to leave work early and head my way), but he had not left yet. Just as well, I needed to see this new patient, report to my attending, and get started on that dinner. Well, we got two more consults while I was waiting for my attending, so I was stuck waiting until 8:30. I got home in time to make the bed, put away dishes, and stick a frozen pizza in the oven before he got there.
We had our pizza, drank a little wine, he carried on about the orchid and the Scotch, and I was ready to crash when he proclaimed “it’s a gorgeous night, let’s go to the roof.” This wasn’t incredibly out of the ordinary, as part of the reason we chose this building is because of the roof deck overlooking the River, bridge, Pyramid, the hospitals where I work, and to the east you can actually see stars. Well, after much cajoling, I finally agreed and we went tromping upstairs bundled in our winter gear. When we got up there he started talking about how much we’ve been through together and how much things have changed since we first got together, and had me reassure him that I love him and want to be with him for the rest of his life. Then he said “I feel bad that you got me all those beautiful things for Valentine’s and I just got you this box. Turns out James Allen sells boxes, too.” Silence (I’ve been asking for a jewelry box, but was trying to make out why he would present a box on the roof). Then he pulled out a ring sized box and said “this is for this finger” (pointing to my RIGHT ring finger! At this point I was about to throw him off the roof, as you can imagine my hopes have been up at every ring-sized jewlery box for the last 7 years.) Then he corrected himself and stated “oh, I mean this one!” and slipped it on, saying “that is, if you’ll be my forever magpie”.
Once we got back into light, I realized that it was the ring I’d been secretly hoping for (I’d given him a few options), but even more gorgeous. It’s a yellow gold setting of two trillion sapphires surrounding an oval cut diamond (not sure of specs, but I was pretty clear about what my parameters were, and he was sure to stick within it–and beyond, apparently there’s some “ideal” proportions for L-W ratio for ovals that I was unaware of).
We went back downstairs (it was pretty cold and windy) and cracked that bottle of Scotch, toasted our future, sent pictures to our friend who set us up, and went to sleep.
So that’s that, he never actually asked “will you marry me”, there were no candles or rose petals or scavenger hunts or cameras, not even that romantic meal I had planned, and I’m incredibly surprised he didn’t involve one of our 11 animals. But this is probably more appropriate for us, as we’ve been talking about this for so long. Now to figure out how to tell my parents…(advice welcome!)