- 6 years ago
- Wedding: July 2015
Bees! I’m engaged!!!
The proposal: My fiance (swoon!) and I live in San Francisco. We had booked a one-night stay at a bed and breakfast in a town a few hours away to celebrate our 5-year anniversary. On Monday, we drove down the California coast on a gorgeous day, and our route took us through a scenic stretch of road called the 17-Mile Drive. There are several different natural landmarks on the route. We stopped at one of the sites overlooking the ocean and got out of the car to take some pictures. The weather was perfect, the view was amazing, we were all alone, and I just knew he was going to propose right then and there. Sure enough, he went to the car to “get his hoodie,” came back and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and there he was, down on one knee with the most beautiful, perfect ring, asking me to marry him. I said yes, he slipped it on my finger, and we hugged and kissed… then he said, “So, you snooped, huh?”
How Mr. Phalange is so not sneaky: A couple of weeks ago, he got a mysterious package from Fed-Ex that he went out of his way to pick up despite the fact that I was going to be home all day and could have waited for the delivery. He claimed it was a Christmas present and he didn’t want me to see the box. When he came home, he made me close my eyes while he stashed the package away somewhere. A few days later, he mentioned talking to my mom on the phone and quickly changed the subject. It was totally obvious that the package was the ring and he had called my mom to ask for her blessing!
How I am so not sneaky: I couldn’t hold out. I found the package in one of his drawers. It had already been opened, and the Gemvara ring box was inside… I got as far as fondling the ribbon that was tied around it, but I miraculously resisted opening it. I recalled the zillions of “Should I snoop???” posts from the Bee, and the advice about wanting him to see your face the first time you see the ring stuck with me. I returned to the drawer several times over the course of the next week or so just to look at the package and dream about its contents. At some point during the week, unbeknownst to me, Mr. Phalange had put tape on the side of his drawer that would indicate a breach.
I was cold busted! Was he crushed that he wasn’t able to surprise the girl who hates surprises? Was he never going to trust me again? Was he going to change his mind about wanting to marry me? Then, to my relief, he cracked up laughing and said, “You should see your face right now. This is better than dog shaming!”
We had a good laugh about how neither of us is as sneaky as we think we are, and we had an amazing rest of the trip!
And now, the ring! It’s a half carat peridot in palladium. I picked it out online, I’ve spent HOURS staring at the stock photo, and still my mind is blown at how gorgeous it is in person.
With the spot he proposed in the background and my complementary color mani 😉
As close as I can get to macro on an iPhone: