- 7 years ago
Hello bees… 🙂
Nobody officially knows about this yet but I am just bursting at the seams, so had to share with you!
We just got engaged last night, and it was hilarious. I’ll start from the beginning (it’s a bit long):
I knew a proposal was coming sometime before my 30th birthday (which is in less than a month), but I had no idea when, or if he had a ring, or if he’d spoken to my dad…he’s been playing it super cool, which has been frustrating!
We’d planned to take a trip to Montreal for the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, as he’s got friends and family there, and also just to get out of the city and take a bit of a break. I sort of thought that maybe he’d propose in Montreal, but the week before we left he’d very casually dropped some hints about not having the ring yet and being sorry about it. I believed him, silly me, and told myself not to have any expectations for the weekend.
Anyway, after the 6-hour drive to Montreal, we got to the hotel and started unloading the car. All of a sudden, Fiance goes “Oh my god – where is my suitcase??” I look up, and he’s got this look of complete and utter panic on his face. I said I didn’t know where the suitcase was – I guess we forgot it back at home, as neither of us remember packing it into the car. His face just crumpled, and he looked like he was about to cry. I couldn’t figure out why he was so upset, as I figured he’d only had clothing in the suitcase, and it’s all easily replaceable (we needed to do some shopping for him anyway this weekend). Well…
After clearly having an internal struggle of some sort, he quietly pulled me into the lovely Fairmont hotel bar, ordered two glasses of champagne, dropped to one knee and said “Will you marry me? I am SO sorry, your engagement ring was in the suitcase….!” I just about died, and started laughing hysterically, as this is just so typical of us, and he looked like someone had just killed his puppy. I of course said yes, then tried to comfort him as best I could, as he was pretty upset with himself.
Turns out he’d spoken to my father two MONTHS ago, had a custom ring made for me, and had a spectacular proposal planned out with a surprise visit to the spa, followed by a romantic walk through Old Montreal and a river-side proposal, then an amazing dinner in the old town. We still ended up doing all those things, just sans ring. And it was magical. I floated through the entire thing.
His amazing parents (who laughed hysterically when we called to tell them what had happened) have shipped the ring to the hotel and it’s scheduled to arrive ANY MINUTE NOW (I’m writing this in bed as Fiance sleeps). I’ll post pics once it arrives 🙂
Thanks for listening, everyone! It certainly wasn’t the proposal I expected, but it is a wicked good story, it is so very “us”, and we’ll be laughing about it for years to come. In that regard, it’s even more special to me than a traditional proposal. I don’t even care about the ring, I’m just so thrilled to be marrying this thoughtful, wonderful man of mine.