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So many of my friends and colleagues have been getting engaged and one of my favorite things to hear is the proposal story. But everyone concentrates on that one moment and never thinks about all the preparation that goes in to try to make that one moment perfect. So I thought it would be funny to tell the preparation and proposal story from my point of view and my now fiance. His thoughts will be in brackets
The Preparation:
We had gone ring shopping in March so he could get an idea of what ‘I like’ and ‘don’t like’ in a ring. He had always thought solitaires looked the best because they are classic. But he was afraid I would think it’s boring so that’s why we went ring shopping. Even though we went ring shopping, I didn’t think he would be serious about proposing until much much later.
He told me he bought the ring back in April/May. He had gone to the jewelry store on a weekend when I was at work. He hid the ring in his filing cabinet until he figured out when and how he was going to propose. It was a good place to hide the ring as I would never go through his cabinet. Each month he would check to make sure it was still safe.
From June to August, a friend, who I’ll call Bob, stayed with us. In October, my now-fiance and I were hanging out in the room where Bob had temporarily stayed in. I noticed a small jar that was in the corner of the desk shelf. From where I was sitting, I only saw that it contained a green liquid but didn’t see any sort of label on it.
I asked, “Hey what is that jar?”
My now fiance said, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Bob forgot to take it when he moved out.”
[She saw the jewelry cleaner. I hope she doesn’t get up to take a closer look]
I did think it was a bit strange but I didn’t have any inclination to get up to see what it was. Lucky for him, huh?
Then, the weekend before he had planned to propose, he had wanted to ask my parents for my hand in marriage. I had already planned a lunch with my family that weekend so he thought it would be the perfect time to ask them. Well, unfortunately for him, we got into a big fight over something stupid right before we were about to meet my parents. I was so mad. I told him to just stay home and not to go see my family. But he kept insisting he wanted to go. So I just said, “Fine let’s go.” [Good I can still talk to her parents]
Then, my mom texted me and said she couldn’t meet up with us any more because she took on a last minute night shift and needed to sleep. I relayed the message to him. [Nooooooo, I wanted to ask both her parents for her hand! At least, I’ll tell her dad.]. So while I was being distracted with something, he took my dad aside and told him. My dad responded, “OH, good good.”
So my now fiance decided he was going to propose at the Chado Tea Room. It was one of the places we had gone on a date in the early stages, and have gone there on occasion here and there. Also, I used to live near Chado Tea Room so we spent a lot of time hanging out around that area. And also I LOVE having afternoon tea with the tea sandwiches and desserts! To get it all planned, he called and spoke to a manager to set it all up.
Day of Proposal:
We had planned to go visit his family. Since we don’t many trips out to that side of town, my now fiance suggested we eat lunch somewhere along the way and hang out. He was like we haven’t done the afternoon tea at the Chado Tea Room in awhile. [Please just say yes. I know you can never turn down afternoon tea].
“Yeah, that would be be fun!” I thought. I was so giddy and was just thinking about how yummy the sandwiches and scones are.
We headed out the door. Then, my fiance went back in because he said he forgot something. This was something that wasn’t unusual. He always forgets something when we are about to leave. I was waiting outside while he had gone to get the ring to hide in his coat.
We arrived at Chado Tea Room and got a table. I sat down. [How am I going to give the ring to the manager without her seeing?]. He excused himself to go to restroom, which is in the back of the place. During this time, I was getting all these complimentary teas. I was thinking ‘man, we came in on a great day’ because I was getting all this free stuff. We even ran into Brian who was our tour guide on a food excursion. The food excursion was probably about 2 years ago, and it was one of our dates.
So finally our tier of tea sandwiches and desserts came out. The top tier is the sandwiches and then it goes down to desserts. The sandwiches are arranged in a circle and in the center is a mound of additional herbs that you can put on your sandwiches. Unknown to me, the ring was underneath the mound of herbs. I was joking about how the amount of herbs they put on it looks huge. I fiddled around with the herbs and I did touch something hard. [Do NOT find the ring. Do NOT find the ring]. How I responded was, “OH! they put a block underneath to give the illusion of the mound.”
Ok, now I’m one of those weird people who like to start with the sweet stuff first and end savory because I’ve never been a sweets type of person. [Oh, man why can’t you start with the sandwiches?!]. We started eating the cakes at the bottom and moved on to the scones. I started to get really full from all the food and all the complimentary teas I had already drank. I was like whew I need to stop and rest for a minute.
“You don’t want to eat the sandwiches?” asked my now fiance.
“Naw, go on ahead. I’ll start maybe in 10 min.”
“No, I’ll wait to eat with you.”
“Ok, ok. Let’s just eat it now.”
I thought he was reaching to pick up one of the sandwiches and instead dug into the mound of herbs and pulled out the ring case and got down on one knee. I was going, “OMG OMG. No you didn’t.” I even got teary-eyed! I never thought I would be the type to cry!
He gave a very sweet speech:
“I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, so first let me thank you for your generous patience. As you know, after college I never thought I’d see you again. But luckily, fate brought us together nearly 4 years ago, and the many days I’ve spent with you since have been a true adventure. We’ve traveled the world, eaten a lot of amazing food, and done of lot of growing together. And every time I think I couldn’t love you anymore than I already do, you prove me wrong.
You’re so wonderful and so beautiful, plus you’re the only person I could imagine putting up with me for the rest of their life. And so I ask, will you continue this adventure with me? Will you marry me?”
Then there was this slight awkward moment because I didn’t know if I was supposed to extend my hand and he didn’t know if he was to take my hand. So I just put my hand right next to the ring and he slid it on, and I said “YES!” And we got a round of applause from the staff and the customers who were there. The manager came over and told me that he and my now fiance had been working together to make this moment special for us.
So I was completely surprised by it. We had been scrambling and packing for our trip to Asia, and dealing with my VISA that was completely wrong. I didn’t think he would be planning the proposal when we were dealing with a lot of travel-related stresses a week before we were to leave. Another reason why I didn’t suspect anything at all that day was that my fiance is a VERY private person. So I always thought his proposal would be more private where it would only be us two there. And another thing I had joked about was that i never wanted the ring to be put in my food or drink EVER because I would most likely eat it. So since he knew that, putting the ring near food would throw me off.
That’s my story and now it’s on to the wedding planning for me!
Oh I guess I never mentioned how we met. Basically the story is, we went to the same college but weren’t really close friends with each other. We had a lot of mutual friends so we knew who each other was. Sophomore year came and there was a dance, and he had planned to come up to me and ask me to dance. Unfortunately, for him, I actually was dating someone else at the time on the down low. So when he came up to me, I danced with him a bit (nothing nasty or anything, just kept a slight distance and danced), but then I saw the guy I was currently seeing show up to the dance to surprise me. I freaked out because I didn’t want to hurt my now-fiance’s feelings, but then I didn’t want my other guy to think I was dancing with another guy. So when my now fiance turned his back, I literally ran out. We really didn’t talk or have much contact the rest of our college years.
We go our separate ways. He goes to New York and I stay in LA. Three years pass, and we run into each other at a birthday celebration for me and my other girl friend. My girl friend had invited him. We talked and he tried to ask me out by asking if I wanted to come dancing with him at his friend’s event next weekend. And I didn’t want to look desperate so I lied and said, “oh, I can’t. I’m working that weekend.” Then, another event happened a couple of weeks later, and my girl friend invited him because she knew I was interested in him. And we clicked and talked.
He also had one question for me. “Why did you run away from me that night in college?” I just laughed and said that I couldn’t believe he remembered that. He said, “I was so confused. I wasn’t being creepy or inappropriate with you.” I told him that during that time I was seeing someone else. And we laughed and the rest is history.
My fiance and I met October 2, 2010 at a mutual friend’s wedding. We hit it off really good and the next day he asked me out. I figured why not I’ll give it a shot. Within a few weeks I know I was head over heels for him but I wouldn’t say anything to him. He told me he was in love with me first and I knew right then and there we were meant for each other. We were dating for a month when he got put on orders for deployment. We were together for five months before he left. He was over seas for fourteen months. While over there he asked me to look at engagement rings so he knew what I liked. He came home in April and we took things slow. We got back into our old routine of date nights and being together. I thouggt he would have proposed to me as soon as he got home but he didn’t. It wasn’t until 12 days after our two year anniversary that he asked me.
We are both in college and were on fall break. He knows how much I love the fall leaves and the mountains so we decided to take a day trip to the blue ridge parkway. It started like any day for us. We got lost ended up in Virginia and then turned around and headed back towards south Carolina. We stopped at overlooks and parks to walk some trails. Around 5pm we stopped at what had to be the most gorgeous overlook I’ve ever seen. The sun was setting and the view was amazing. It was super crowded and my fiance kept looking every where but at the view. I finally gave up on trying to make him enjoy the view and I sat in the wall overlooking the mountains. We were finally alone and I told him I love him. As out joke when one of us says I love you we always said nah I love you more or you don’t have any proof that you love me more. I just so happened to say that and he told me to turn around if I wanted my proof. I jumped and turned to see him down on one knee. He told me that after all we’ve been through and that after waiting fourteen months for him to come home that I deserved it and he would be honored to have me as my wife. I said yes and hugged him while crying. After a few minutes he said to me “baby can I put the ring on your finger?”
I then called my parents who were in on it the whole time. My fiance proposed to me the same month we started dating and now we are planning to get married in October of 2014. He proposed to me in my favorite place, the mountains and made it one on one and so romantic. Those fourteen months he was gone and me waiting for him was worth every tear I shed. I couldn’t ask for a better future husband than him.
My engagement story; we had looked at rings and talked about it but had no firm plan. It was October 10th of 2012 and we had both worked all day . I was making dinner and doing laundry and was generally busy. My text messages on my phone was going crazy and really I was getting annoyed. All of my girlfriends were telling me to get on face book or asking had I seen this or that on fb. Once again I was getting annoyed , I had stuff to do and fb wasn’t one of them.
Finally after dinner and dishes (like 2 hours later) I decided to check out fb. I was scrolling thru my notifications and saw Craig had tagged me in a picture. I turned to him and asked what picture , he ignored me and continued watching tv. The notification said the pic had something like 55 “likes”. I clicked the link and up came a picture of the perfect ring and his proposal. I was shocked and when I turned to look at him, he was down on one knee.
Now the meaning behind this is the spectacular part. We lived in the same state but had no reason to ever cross paths or meet. I had an old high school friend come to dinner one night a few years ago and she posted a picture of me making chicken and dumplings. My now fiancé went to grade school with her and was her fb friend. He saw the picture and made a comment. We became friends on fb but didn’t really talk or interact . Then during a particularly stressful day at work I posted “needed: knight in shining armor” he commented “needed: shining armor”
After that we started talking, had our first date a few months later, dated long distance for a year and now live happily ever after planning a wedding. If not for Facebook this would not be my real life fairy tale
The special day happened on a Sunday. Our Sunday’s usually consist of soccer, soccer, and some more soccer. In our city they have soccer leagues where people of any age are allowed to play and since we played in high school, we decided to play in the Sunday leagues.
On July 15, 2012, my fiance had a game at 8am. I know, super early! I always love watching him play. Every time he scores he blows a kiss at me.
On the second half of the game, he scores! This time it was a little different though. He didn’t just blow a kiss at me. He walked towards his backpack got something out, walked towards me, and got on his knees. That was the happiest moment of my life!
I know too many it may seem silly but soccer to us isn’t just a sport. It’s something that brought us closer together and lead us to becoming high school sweethearts. I decided to start playing because I knew he played. When I decided to join the soccer team in high school he became my personal trainer. Not only did it bring us together but it is something we share together to this day. It was a beautiful event.
I grew up with family vacations in the Adirondack Mountains. In 2008, I met a guy who also grew up vacationing in the Adirondacks with his family. Three and a half years later, we got engaged. In the Adirondack Mountains.
For months we had been talking about going to the Mountains for a spontaneous weekend. On a random Thursday in April, I got an e-mail from my boyfriend saying the weather for Saturday was looking nice and “do you want to go to the Adirondacks?” We made plans to go hiking and enjoy the great weather that was predicted.
We left on Saturday morning. The hike was about a mile up with beautiful views and the weather was amazing. After deciding to stay for the night, we got a hotel room in Lake Placid, fit in some wine tasting, and explored the area together. It was a perfect day.
On our way back to the hotel, my boyfriend said “there’s one more place I’d like to stop, if that’s ok.” We drove to Chapel Pond. It was quiet and beautiful and he told me he had been there many times as a kid with his family. I took a few pictures. He said “I did bring you here for a reason.” Then he bent down on one knee and pulled out the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen in my life and asked me to marry him.
I did not expect it. I was completely oblivious while he planned and told our families and some of our friends. The Adirondack Mountains are full of family memories for both us. Now, we are looking forward to making new memories there together.
Some of the best proposal stories are the ones that go a tad off the hinges but inevitably end in a blissful, “YES, YES, YES!” I’m proud to say that my wonderfully determined fiancé has provided me with a great story to share. It involves a cruise in the Caribbean, a mean case of procrastination and a whole lot of love and perseverance…interested???
In May 2012, my fiancé, Justin, and my five year anniversary was coming up, and coming up quickly. After spending five wonderful years of loving life together, adopting a puppy, and living together for two and a half years, I was ready to get this show on the road! My fiancé is notorious for taking the time to meticulously examine his decisions but once his mind is made up, he is ready to get things moving. He decided that he would propose on our five year anniversary (coincidentally also my birthday) and not a day later. A few days before my birthday, he had called my dad (who lives across the country) to ask for his permission and was slightly confused when my dad’s phone went straight to voicemail. Later that night, I casually mentioned that my dad had left that morning for a six day cruise in the Caribbean and wouldn’t be back until after my birthday. Speed bump number one. Knowing that it was very important to me for any man to have my father’s permission, Justin was slowed but quickly recouped with a change of plans – he’d find my dad in the Atlantic. The next morning, Justin pulled up a list of cruise lines and started calling. Princess? Nope. Royal Caribbean? Not there. To make matters worse, my father has a fairly generic name so it became a game of process of elimination. Finally, on the third try, he got a hit – passenger with my father’s name aboard a Carnival cruise…bingo! But here’s the hitch, to obviously protect the confidentiality of the passengers, the Carnival representative said that the best she could do was to contact the cruise ship and have my dad paged over the loudspeaker. Whether or not he would hear the page with all the noise on the ship was a long shot. But Justin played his luck and sure enough, he received a phone call back from my dad about 10 minutes later. But need I say that my dad was slightly anxious and nervous to hear that his daughter’s boyfriend was urgently paging him. After exchanging a few superfluous greetings, my dad asked the question, “Son, why in the heck are you calling me?” Justin spit out as best he could through his nerves and fear that my dad might ring his neck once back on the mainland – he wanted to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage. It’s amazing how a few well chosen words can win over the approval of any father.
Fast forward a few days and after the conquering of this small feat, Justin proposed just as he had intended, on our five year anniversary, on my birthday, and on the beach where we shared our first date. We are looking forward to ringing those wedding bells on June 22, 2013.
My story is very special to me. My fiance’ and i were best friends in high school. We hung out every weekend and laughed together. He was always there for me through good times and bad. Although in high school, we dated other people but always stayed friends. However, we each got married and went our seperate ways in life. 15years later, after both of our previous marriages were ending, Ricky contacted me through facebook.
So its our 6th Christmas together and I come home from work. my boyfriend works midnights so I was getting ready to pack his lunch he gets mad and tells me to not touch his lunch box. so I stop and go into the bedroom and do whatever. 10 minutes later he comes in the room with something behind his back. he gets down on one knee I immediately start crying, (I’m happy plus pregnant with our first son) he pulls out a pink balloon that has Will you marry me written on it and he had a letter telling me how much I made his life better and how much he planned this all out cause he knew its how I wanted him to ask me.
May, 2010
“I passed all my classes,” I squealed, waving two index cards in my hand. Each card had a drawing of a childish character in the middle, with the label ‘Fua Card’ on the top. “I’m graduating!” I shoved the two cards in my boyfriend’s face. He worked in retail selling electronics. I had finished my last exams and would graduate from college the following weekend. When one of us succeeded at something-anything we decided- the other issued them a Fua Card, good in exchange for something from the other later. He had issued me a card for breaking 100 in my bowling class (a feat that was harder than it sounds). I issued him a card for selling $1000 worth of electronic goods to a single customer in one day. What I wanted was special. It was very important for a new graduate. There was no way he was allowed to say no when I turned in two cards.
I handed him the cards and flopped down on the seat in the park across from his fraternity house. Slides and teeter-totters sprawled around us, the smell of old woodchips grew stronger as I kicked my feet in the air.
“Push me!” I demanded excitedly. He pulled back the swing and pushed, unable to control his laughter the entire time.
June, 2012
We lived in Florida. I had finally finished my graduate work and could enjoy a little time to relax, sleep in, watch TV, and generally have fun. My boyfriend had done the one thing no man should tell his girlfriend.
“Hey, go Google search some engagement rings you like.”
I wasted no time in image searching and narrowing down ring designs by color, cut, and of course, design. I had no idea what I was looking for, or indeed how to find it, but I would know it when I saw it! I researched everything from ring shops in the malls to Gaelic bridged rings handcrafted and sent from Ireland.
After narrowing down the designs I liked the best, he took me to several ring shops. I browsed lines of glittering jewels and tried them on, twisting my hand around to see it from all angles. It had to be perfect.
But, nothing I tried on based on my preferences looked right. There was always something off! On a whim, he had me try on a MaeVona Eriskay, a single center-stone diamond bridged by symmetrical wedding bands each with pointed edge diamonds. It was nothing like I said I wanted. It was incredible.
Fast Forward a Few Months
His Mom and Grandma were in Kentucky. With pictures of the MaeVona on their phones, the family went to a favorite jeweler in town and showed them the pictures. The manager looked surprised, and told them to wait a moment. After a few minutes in the back, the manager reemerged, a large platinum MaeVona Canna in a box.
“We don’t actually carry these,” he explained to the family. “But I was at a ring show in Las Vegas last week, and I picked this one up for the stone. We were going to melt down the ring for the platinum later this week. You guys seriously have the best luck in the world.”
The band was several sizes too big. They remade the rings and used the extra platinum to bridge the identical wedding bands together. It was literally one of a kind (and don’t tell me if there’s another like it anywhere, ever).
Saturday, August 11, 2012
It was the first day off my boyfriend had had in weeks. He was now a culinarian, working overtime with the last crowds of the summer holidays. The Leonid stars would be shooting across the night sky at midnight. We wanted to have a random night where we dressed up really fancily and went out on the town. He drove us to a nice hotel in town with several dine-in restaurants and romantic places to be inside.
I must have tried at least 5 dresses on, trying to find a dress that was classy, but not too formal or too informal. I finally went with the trusty little black dress and silver, dangly jewelry to reflect the dim lights.
Dinner was a fancy sit-down, jacket-on place with expensive wine and delicious-sounding steak and seafood entrees. We dined on amazing foods together. I knew he had the ring, but was it on him? He had to ask over dinner. It was too perfect! The fancy restaurant, me all dressed up, he’d set it up!
But dinner finished. Dessert as well. I started to think he just wanted to have a nice dinner with his girlfriend, and leave it at that. We finished, left, and walked around, it being still too early to see the shooting stars yet. He showed me the lion’s head fountain, the most popular spot in the hotel for proposals. Taunting! He showed me the indoor gazebo with inner fountain, a favorite ceremony space that allowed seating. More Taunting! I was losing interest. He was taking too many opportunities to ask me and walking away from them. It was almost too much to bear.
We returned home and changed into looser-fitting clothes. Makeup washed off, hair up in a ponytail, I threw on my painter’s jeans and a Rob Zombie shirt from earlier that morning, defeated.
“Are those shooting stars still happening tonight?” he asked.
“I think so,” I responded. “Don’t see why they’d stop.” He shoved a cooler in my hands from the fridge.
“Good,” he said, grinning. “Put this in my car and hang out there. Oh, and don’t look inside.” The second worst thing a guy can say to his girlfriend- “don’t look.”
I sat in the car, the closed cooler on my lap, waiting for him to do whatever it was inside before joining me. We drove in dark silence to the public park access down the street. The downward-facing lights were off, and several other cars were parked along the walkway, their owners sprawled out on blankets and whispering in the darkness.
Inside the cooler was a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. A patrol car cruised by, bursting through the dark with a bright light as it went by. We kept the champagne in the cooler and ourselves in the car. He pulled back the sunroof of his car and we reclined the seats back into a more comfortable position. Dim stars sped across the sky. They raced from our sight, more a glimpse than shooting stars.
Suddenly, he turned on the light in his car, his face unusually serious. “I want to ask you something. I’m turning in 5 Fua Cards for this, so you’re not allowed to say ‘no’.” I gulped. What was he asking that required 5 cards? That was intense! And what was it that I might consider saying no? He laid the cards across the center console, character side up. “Now, turn them over one at a time.”
I slowly flipped the furthest left card over.
“Will”
I flipped the second card over.
“You”
The third
“Marry”
The fourth
“Me”
The fifth
“?”
I don’t remember squealing, but he will insist that I did for an unnaturally long time. I’m not ashamed- we were engaged!
Rob and I met by chance in the summer of 2009 at the Cleveland Museum of Natural History in Cleveland, Ohio. Two years earlier, Rob’s uncle John, who was the head of security at CMNH at the time, hired Rob as a part time security guard. He wasn’t a very good security guard, always playing the piano in the auditorium while he was supposed to be patrolling or sleeping in the security van. It’s really a miracle he was still employed there when I came to work as an intern in the archaeology department in June 2009 after graduating from Penn State University. We first met when Rob was stationed in the parking lot booth and I drove out at lunch time for a healthy snack (e.g. chocolate and pretzels…ok, not so healthy). He asked if I was going to the music at the circle, I had no idea what he was talking about. I turned down his casual requests for a date for at least a month before he started “playing it cool.” I was enjoying the attention, just not sure I wanted to get involved. But I wasn’t so happy when he stopped chasing me around. Fortunately the rest of the security guards at the museum (all aging retired vets) made sure I was wise to Rob’s tactics and I told them “Well that won’t work on me!” Long story short: it did. The same day he stopped asking me out I gave him my phone number. Unfortunately, by then I only had two weeks left in Cleveland. After the summer, I moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin for grad school. Following many visits back and forth that fall, I moved back to Cleveland to be with Rob. After he graduated from college in May 2010 (a monumental task since he had been going to college on and off for 13 years) he followed me back to Milwaukee and we’ve been here ever since! When we first moved to Milwaukee Rob supported me by painting houses, selling pizza and busking with various instruments outside our apartment. Meanwhile I worked various part time jobs in theaters and museums across town. In 2011 he refereed hockey in Milwaukee for the first time, after refereeing for 10 years in Cleveland. He now teaches at St. Anthony High School and I teach at UW-Milwaukee.
As for our proposal… At 4:00 am on December 22nd, 2012, we left Milwaukee to drive to Cleveland for the start of our holiday vacation. We rolled into town around noon local time and immediately went to Chile Peppers for some Mexican lunch. I am not entirely pleasant to be around when I am hungry and it had been a long drive… After lunch, Rob suggested we go down to the lake (Lake Erie) to take pictures. I was still not suspicious. Halfway down 185th Street, Rob announced he was going to run into Blue Sky Bikes and “say hi” to the owner who was an old friend of ours. I waited in the car. However, I began to get suspicious when, instead of seeing him run into the bike shop, I saw him run into the florist next door. He later said to me with some surprise “You saw that?” As I noted “Well, you were right next to the car, it was hard to miss….” Anyway, while the florist prepared a rose for me, Rob called my father to ask for his approval. Due to a dying cell phone battery, this conversation was somewhat garbled. Finally, Dad was able to understand the question and say yes. Rob came back out of the shop with a large brown paper package, having asked the ladies if there was “any way you could disguise these flowers?” I was afraid to ask what was in the bag. He was taking me to the lake… This is the man who wrote the folk song “Threw My Old Lady in the Lake”… We drove to Utopia Beach Club where Rob led me to a mostly frozen bench while being buffeted by 40 mph winds. There he handed me the flowers, knelt down, produced the ring, and asked. I cried. I couldn’t really hear what he was saying. I said yes though. I think I’ve said yes at least once every day since. We are pretty darn lucky.
Our story is simple (but so sweet). My honey is the best thing in my life and I don’t know what I would do without him.
We had gotten to know one another after a friend had gotten us chatting with each other online. We had chatted for a bit and decided to meet in person.
We lived over two hours from each other so he came down for our first date. We decided to go see a movie and after the movie we sat down and chatted for a bit in person when he leaned over and kissed me and we been inseparable ever since.
The day he proposed we had spent the day together at my little towns big summer blueberry festival. We had a fun day together and that night went to the nicest best restaurant in town and had a romantic dinner. After dinner we went back to my place and were enjoying some time alone together. I had gotten a bottle of wine for our night and was getting glasses when he started on how much he love me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I turned around to found him on his knees with the ring out. He had wanted to ask me during dinner but didn’t when the restaurant got a little crowed (he didn’t wish do to in front of a lot of people) . Speechless at first(from being in shock) he was worried I was going to say no, but once I realized what just happened I said yes giving him the biggest hug and kiss I could. As soon as I could I called my mother then my grandmother to tell them the news(we had spent some time with them earlier in the day). He on the other hand decided the best way for him to tell his family the news was just to post it on Facebook lol.
We are planning an October 2013 wedding
We were celebrating our 1st anniversary of when we first met, at the restaurant where we had our first date. My fiance was so nervous as he was fidgeting and kept looking at his watch throughout dinner (he even went to the great length of trying to tell me he was looking at the watch mechanism- which I gave him for Christmas- “check out my watch it’s going tick, tick, tick”). He even kept excusing himself to go to the bathroom- 3 times during dinner! After having a yummy dinner (we decided to order exactly what we had on our first date!) We ended up getting a dessert to celebrate, as it sounded good to me (and heck why not!) as he wanted to stall a little bit longer he was a little too eager to order something. But he was so full from dinner he hardly ate two bites (it was a huge mud pie!). After dinner, we were supposed to go play pool like we had done the first date, and as we were walking towards the place he kept pulling me in different directions and finally past where we were supposed to go. Of course he wouldn’t tell me where we were going and then he lead me to walk around the courtyard area of the outdoor mall and he directed me to look at the flowers that were around the courtyard ( I know he likes plants but I was like come on we’re at a mall!) He abruptly stopped and I happen to look over to see his brother attempting to hide behind a 2 inch wide tree trunk with a camera, of course I was totally surprised to see my fiance’s brother as it would be the last place I would expect to see him! And then he said “pretend I’m not here!” Then, somehow I missed the descent and my fiance was already on the ground on one knee, but he stayed in that position for what seemed like an extremely long time (I’m sure it wasn’t but in a situation like this everything seems so either slow motion or fast forward!) I finally said “do you want to ask me something?” He then popped the question and I of course said yes! We also got a standing ovation and clapping from the people seated at the various cafes around the square. It was cute and I had a great time- I would love to relive that moment!
We have been together three years so needless to say I was itching for the ring! He completely shocked me one day in early November by suggesting we go look at rings. We went to a few different local jewerlers and I was able to really see what I liked and did not like. After that there was really no mention rings, engagement or anything related to the subject. It was Thanksgiving weekend we had traveled to be with our families for the extended weekend. Little did I know that he had contacted my two best friends and invited them to go ring shopping one day while I was out bridesmaid dress shopping for my cousin’s wedding. Everyone did a phenonemal job keeping it a secret and playing it cool and calm. It wasn’t until we arrived back at our apartment on that Sunday that he proposed. We had unpacked and ran a few errands and then he offered to cook dinner – this doesn’t happen often so I was very excited! We had a lovely dinner, candles, conversation and good food. After dinner he suggested we go out on our balcony and look at the Christmas lights (something he had been talking about for weeks so it didn’t seem strange). We stood on the balcony, arm in arm, looking at the lights and talking and then out of the corner of my eye I saw him drop to one knee. It was beautiful, intimate and perfect in every way. I could not have imagined anything more special!
On June 1, my boyfriend (at the time) and I celebrated our 6 year anniversary. We went to a nice dinner and were waited on hand and foot. We had a great time and then dessert came out and it said, “Happy Anniversary.” That was it, no proposal like I was expecting
Then on June 2, we made plans to go to our favorite local bar to go watch/sing karaoke. No big deal, same old Saturday night plans. We went to dinner and I found out via Facebook that a friend just got engaged! I was happy for her, but a little sad for me. Needless to say I was ready for the bar and an adult beverage! Jeremy (the boyfriend) went to sing “Faithfully” which is our song. He dedicated the song to me since our 6 year anniversary was the day before. After he sang, he held on to the microphone. He started talking about how I am his best friend and he could not imagine living without me… At this point, I realized what was happening and blurted out, “Oh my God, what the f&#@ are you doing?!” He said so many wonderful things about us and our love that I started crying. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I tackled him and hugged him and cried a lot more. The DJ then said, “In case you didn’t catch that, Jeremy asked Becky to marry him and she said YES!… You are saying yes, right?!” Everyone laughed and clapped and cheered. Then Jeremy asked if I wanted to put on my engagement ring. I was so shocked that I had forgotten about the ring!!! He put the ring on and I said that I could use a drink after all the excitement. I turn around and see ALL of my family and friends who had come out of hiding in the back of the bar! Jeremy had arranged for all of them to be there and have an engagement celebration! Later on, Jeremy asked if I was still mad that my other friend was engaged. I laughed and said that everything was perfect now!
My fiance and I were coming up on our 8yr anniversary this last fall. Of course our families were hounding us about marriage but we always told them we were in no rush cuz as far as we were concerned we were already bound for life. One day in September (on a Thursday) he took the day off work so i suggested we go have lunch on the beach. It was a perfect fall day and there was a warm breeze coming off the lake. We walked the beach after we ate and skipped rocks. Finally i wanted to sit and we sat there not saying anything. Which is so not like me! Suddenly i looked over and he had written in the sand “will you marry me?” At first i thought he was being funny and then he pulled out the ring! I laughed and cried all at the same time but it was a very special moment for us!
Ryan took me ice skating at an outdoor rink at night. It had paths that you could skate through that took you in the woods! It was really neat. His whole family was there but he played it off like we were there for someone’s birthday so I didn’t get suspicious. I was putting on a helmet and grabbing a hockey stick as we were all getting ready to play a game, guys against girls, and Ryan insisted we get a picture together. (his mom is always taking pictures). He took my helmet off and my stick away and I said, “what are you doing?” He then took my left glove off and got down on his knee in the middle of the rink. The whole place stopped and stared as he very nervously said, “will you be my wife forever?” Turns out his mom was filming with her camera, not taking a picture! Now we can keep that moment forever
My fiance Shawn and I have been together for 4 years, we were high-school sweethearts. I remember when we were in science together we were forced to be lab partners, and I was not to happy about that. He was so annoying and would always steal my stuff and hide my boks, or take my book markers out. It really drove me crazy. Then Mr. Sheick anounced that we would be getting new lab partners, I was so excited and could hardly contain myself. Although that excitement didnt really last long. The teacher said we could pick our lab partners this time, so naturally I went to sit by my best friend. We were talking about our next class and what we were going to do, when she abrubtly stopped talking, and was looking over my shoulder, she had this really strange look on her face, so I turned around to see what happened and you’ll never guess who chose the seat next to me. Yep you guessed it, Shawn. I could not believe it. Him and his friend sat at our table and was now sitting next to me. I turned to look at Emily (best friend) and she started laughing, she knows how irritating he was. She said at least I dont have to be lab partners with him. I was just so angry.
In 2008 we did all kinds of things together, Shawn, Emily, and I would go to football games and movies, It seemed like we always hung out. Shawn and I would sit in his car outside my house and talk for hours and hours, until my dad would come out and tell me it was time to come in. One of them times Shawn got out of the car as I was walking up to the house and he grabbed my hand and asked me if I would go out with him, that was October 11th 2008. I told him no, and said that it would be better if we were just friends. We still hung out all the time. He never gave up. I dated a few por choices… Then on Christmas day after I had just spent the whole day with my family, he called me like he did every night. We were talking and I told him I needed to go to sleep because it was 11:30pm. He said before you go I have a question to ask you, “Will you please go out with me, please?” Finally I said yes.
Fast forward through the rest of high-school, to Valentine’s day, 2012. That is the day he bought my ring (I had no idea). We were both in our first year of college, I took massage therapy and he was taking his generals. There was a history class going to Europe for a WWII tour, and we decided to go. The trip was March 2nd through the 12th .All of my friends from massage therapy were saying how perfect it would be if we got engaged in Paris, so I jokingly told him what my friends said. He laughed and said no.
So fast forward to the day we leave for Europe. As I was loading the car with our bags, Shawn took my dad off to the side and asked him if he could marry me. Shawn is old fashioned like that. My dad said of course, Shawn had been living with us for about a year and my dad got to know him very well, with all the camping and hiking my family does. Shawn was a sheltered boy, we introduced him to all kinds of new things. We got to the airport, and neither of has ever been on a plane before, so we were both very nervous, but he didn’t show he was nervous because he didnt want to freak me out more. When I started to feel anxious he would grab my hand and tell me all of the statistics of plane crashes, like “you’re more likely to get hit by a meteorite than die in a plane crash”. Shawn is very smart so I kept telling myself if he wasnt nervous I shouldnt be. I didn’t find out that he was nervous about the plane ride till months later. Going through security shawn gave the engagement ring to one of the professors going with us, in case his bag got checked and I seen it. Which was a smart idea because his bag did get checked, and I was standing right there. When we got on the plane Shawn went to the “bathroom”, but he was really going to get the ring back. He kept it in his pocket the whole time.
We landed in Germany after a 9 hour flight, we were all exhausted, but we ‘hit the ground running’. We spent a few days in Germany, and took an overnight train to France, on the train we roomed with 4 other people. And we were talking about how they got married and I had told them that I was hoping I would get engaged on the Eiffel Tower. The men left the room to get us something to drink and while they were gone the other women told me not to get my hopes up to much, and that it should be surprise. The only people that knew what Shawn was planning were the leader of the group (ring holder) and his wife. We toured Paris, and when it got dark we went to the Eiffel Tower – me being very afraid of heights did not want to go up there – and I told them I would wait at the bottom for them. By then there were more people that knew what Shawn was planning and they practically pushed me into the elevator. On the elevator, everyone was whispering about what Shawn was planning and staring at us. At that point I knew something was up. Being so afraid of heights I forgot about the whole wanting to get engaged at the top. When we were at the top and looking over and taking pictures there was group of people fallowing us around, and I remember thinking that was really strange. Shawn said he wanted a picture of the 2 of us and the back ground, so he handed the camera to the ring holder, and I thought it would be a good idea to kneel down so we could see the scenery behind us, so we were kneeling down and I was holding on to the railing for dear life.
I was wondering why Shawn wasn’t coming over to kneel by me and when I looked over he was on one knee and the ring in his hand. I was so shocked that the first thing I said was “no way”. Sam (the ring/camera holder and leader of the group) got the whole thing on camera. After I said yes and we kissed, I looked up and seen there was about 50 people watching us, and I turned bright red, everyone was cheering and clapping, it was so much fun.
When we got to the bottom I called my sister (first) to tell her, and I burst into hears, happy tears, I couldn’t even tell her I had to give the phone to Shawn. It was March 5th, 2012. It was about 10pm there so it was about 2pm or 3pm here, I forget which time zone we were in in Europe. Later he told me that he bought the ring in Febuary, on Valentine’s day, and that he didn’t tell anyone except my parents because they wouldn’t tell me, unlike my sisters. He had everything planned from day one.
Looking back to that science class I dont know how I didn’t see that he is the most perfect guy. And I would never trade that annoying time for anything in the world. It was fate that Mr. Shieck forced us to be together. When we told him about our engagement, we told him it was all thanks to him and his “random” seating chart. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Montag!!!
My proposal was the craziest ever.
My name is sarah and my wedding is Dec 07 2013 getting married to johnny.
Johnny and I looked at a few ring places a couple months prior. Nothing Serious I thought we were just playing around enjoying it.
I was talking to my best friend at the time a month prior how great it would be if you came home one day in Oct and on your front porch was a pumpkin that said will you merry me?
Now johnny and I didnt live together at this time. After work I would come see him, but latly he was really busy. I didnt think anything of it. On march 31, 2012 we were going on a date he said to tahoe. It was snowing really bad up there.
My proposal was going to be on the ms dixie he had rented the top deck out for a few minutes. The captain was going to bring out a big bouquet of flowers and my ring. The boat had dinner and danceing.
What really happened, we were driving up to tahoe in the snow another car was coming down next thing we no we had crashed, Johnny was really upset. After we saw everyone was ok we got back in the car to keep safe. Johnny looks at me and says baby im sorry then pulls out this pumpkin ring box looks into my eyes and reads his poem he had written me. Then kisses me in the snow. OF COURSE I SAID YES.
That night we were lying in bed he had told me everything. A month before he asked me he got my moms number had asked her for my hand in marriage. They texted about the proposal on the boat. He also was running around everywhere to find me a pumpkin to put my ring in, which he had hand painted it. He also sold his snowboards to finish buying my ring. [ found that out later down the road]
In the end I got bruises from the airbag and the most amazing man in the world. I cant be happier. I would have loved to see the boat, but I wouldnt change my the proposal for anything.
How did it happen? We went sky-diving from a helicopter and I swiped the ring off a stork’s beak…or not! That’s not how it happened…but here’s the real, true, funny and awkward story of the proposal.
Let’s back it up a bit…Sean and I met at a bar about 2 years ago. Nothing fancy, just some good old fashioned conversation, flirting, let me get your number. So, he calls me a few days later…and we plan to go to a dive bar in his neighborhood. When I say dive, that’s and understatement. Most of the other patrons had no teeth, swore like sailors, sang terrible karoake, and the list goes on. This place was right up our alley! We were looking for entertainment, and we definitely got it. So we had some drinks, mingled with some peeps, and then Sean took his turn on the karoake stage and proceeded to perform a rap dedicated to me. I was flattered, embarrased and amazed…the man has some crazy good rapping skills! I personally would rather streak through hallways of people before getting on stage and singing…not Sean. He loves it. I felt like a celebrity when we he came back from the stage and sat by me. At that moment I knew this was no ordinary man. We had a great rest of the night and the relationships quikcly formed after that date. Let me also add, he has a Golden Retriever who stole my heart…and yes, she is the light of my life! I saw her that night, and knew I had to have both of them in my life forever.
Fast forward two years to November 1st, 2012. We were getting ready to go to Mexico for a week on vacation. Now – I am the kind of person who plans, organizes and makes sure every detail is in place when I travel (and when I’m doing anything else for that matter!) I get flustered, panicked, always feel like I forgot to pack something, my bags are always over the weight limit, etc. So, you can imagine that on our early flight, I was slightly flustered with getting everything together. My parents took us to the airport so we didn’t have to pay to park…we went to my parents house that morning and dropped our car off as my mom drove us to the airport (dad ended up being out of town at the time). On the 30 minute drive to the airport, everything was completely normal. We get to the drop off/departure lane at the airport. Of course, I still had some shuffling around to do regarding items in my suitcase, because I knew it was a few pounds over the weight limit. I had both suitcases and about 3 carry ons sprawled out on the sidewalk of the drop off area, furiously moving things around. I was finally ready to zip up the suitcases and head for the check in lanes…I gave my mom a hug goodbye, but not just any hug. She hugged me for what felt like a LONG time, and I could see her tearing up. I was thinking “Um, mom…I will be back in 7 days”. I turn around to grab my suitcase, and there is Sean on one knee, looking scared as hell, with a huge smile on his face. I remember saying “Right here – are you sure?” He just kept giggling like he didn’t know what to say – the emotion overcame him. He finally managed to get out the “Will you marry me” line and that he loved me so much, etc. The great thing was – I didn’t need him to give me a 20 minute speech about how I’m the best thing since sliced bread, I could tell by the look in his eye how he felt, that he was so excited, and was praying to god I said yes. Of course, I obliged. I didn’t even notice all of the people around me, staring, clapping, smiling. It was like time froze, and it was just me and him (and of course, my mom snapping pictures). Once we finally made our way inside after all the excitement, the Frontier employee inside said “I heard congratulations are in order”…apparently word traveled fast!
I was so excited, in shock, surprised and overwhelmed with emotion! It was fantastic, and it was totally “Sean”. Of course, I had to ask how the whole plan came in to motion. Apparently, he had asked my dad for my hand in marriage a few weeks back when my entire family was out for dinner. My dad got up to go to the bathroom, and Sean acted like he had to go too. While in the bathroom, Sean asked my dad if he wanted to go to the bar to take a shot. He showed my dad a picture of the ring he planned to get for me, and then asked my dad. My dad was delighted to say yes. I had no idea any of this was going on – nor did anyone else. Sean only told my parents so that word wouldn’t get out. I loved how he involved my parents, and the fact that my mom was there to see the proposal is so special and something neither of us will ever forget. Beats heli-jumping and a stork, right?
This is not the first time he has asked me to marry him lol. Its funny because the first time he asked me we were playing the video game. He asked me in 2005 while we were playing “Final Fantasy X” and there was a seen in the game were the main charter asked the girl to marry him he paused the game and asked me. There was no ring but I did say yes even though we had been together for a short time he knew I was the one for him.
The second time he asked me we were playing the game again but I think this one was planned. Another wedding seen in another video game and this time it was “Final Fantasy XIII.” He told me to look at the tv and showed me the wedding seen and I turned and looked at him he was on one knee and he asked me 2 marry him. I said yes and on mothers day I got the most beautiful ring ever. Its funny how the game that brought us together is the game he use to ask me to marry him
After spending a month in Ireland, I was so excited to come home. I knew a proposal was coming soon but surprisingly, I wasn’t expecting this! On Saturday, July 28, I woke up at 7am Dublin time (2am MI time). Along with my friends Meagan, Melissa, and Amanda, we flew 7 hours from Dublin to Chicago to await a 4 hour layover (once we sorted out our nonexistent flight to Detroit!). Our flight was delayed twice but we finally landed in Detroit around 11pm (yeah, that’s going on 21 hours of being awake!).
Amanda was sitting in the last row of the plane so after we waited for her, we decided to stop in the bathroom and freshen up since we hadn’t seen our boyfriends in a month. We finally made our way down to baggage claim and it took me about 30 seconds to spot my Aunt Carla “hiding” behind a pole with her camera lens sticking out. I still didn’t realize what was happening. That’s when Vernon came walking toward me and when I tried to introduce him to Amanda, he said, “babe, that can wait.”
He pulled out a ring pop and that’s when I started to clue in. After my cousins birthday party last August, I brought home a ring pop to propose to him, which obviously didn’t work. He reminded me of that, said he wanted to do one better, and got down on one knee. I don’t remember exactly what he said because I think I was in shock. I kept asking him if he was serious and if it was really happening, and then he pulled out the ring. He asked me if I would marry him and an Irish expletive may have slipped out before my very enthusiastic YES!
It took me a while to realize that Aunt P, Aunt Carla, Hunter, my mom, and Theresa were all there too. The shock of the moment continued when I found out that all of my friends knew it was going to happen because my mom messaged Meagan earlier that week to make sure I got my nails done.
Over the last 3 years I have envisioned this moment happening in so many ways, but I can honestly say that down on one knee in baggage claim at Detroit Metro Airport trumps them all. I am so in love and so happy to spend the rest of my life with such an amazing man.
So, my fiancé and I went to Chalmers to pick out a ring. I picked one out and heard the salesperson say that it will take 5 weeks to fulfill the order. I was pulled away to look at other rings for him. I did the math and figured out he would have the ring not in time for our trip to Japan, but just in time for our 4 year anniversary.
In Kyoto, we get to a place that translates as Lover’s rock. There are two rocks. The legend is, if you are able to walk between the two rocks with your eyes closed without falling, you will find love quickly. However, if you stumble, you will stumble on your way to love. It was cherry blossom season, so I asked my fiancé to lead me to the other rock.
He lead me, and at the other rock, once I opened my eyes, he was on one knee. He said, “You have found your way quickly to love, can you help me find my way too?”
Later he needed confirmation that I said yes, since I wasn’t very understandable through all the squealing.
Shawn and I met on March 25, 2011 at a Velcro Pygmies concert. (an 80′s cover band) I couldn’t help but first notice how smoking hot he was! I knew I just had to find a way to talk to him. As the night went on I slowly made my move. (Yes, I definitely hit on him, asked him to dance, and our first dance was to Journey: Don’t Stop Believing!) It was immediate attraction. We ended up exchanging numbers and saying goodnight. Our official “first date” was April 1, 2011 at an Oyster Bar. (Even April Fool’s couldn’t keep us apart!)
Conversation came so easily…and we began to see each other as much as possible. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months… Shawn and I began to really learn about each other. Our hopes, dreams, fears, desires, and FLAWS! haha I could not stop myself from falling head over heels for this country boy. Any of you who know Shawn, know exactly how easy he is to love. Shawn is the most incredible person I have ever met. On July 28, 2011 Shawn told me He Loved Me! Oh how can that feeling NEVER be beat.
My job had been emotionally draining the life out of me. I had the worst week of my life, and was “venting” to Shawn about it. He replied, ” Let me take you somewhere, Saturday”. (Which would have been June 16th) I, of course, was ready and willing to go ANYWHERE with him, but he wouldnt tell me anything.
After work on Friday June 15, Shawn decides to give me a little hint about our weekend getaway. He then tells me that he was planning on taking me to the beach. He suggested we leave Friday night considering trying to wake me up at a decent time on Saturday would be impossible. (I am the heaviest sleeper in the world) It made perfect since, so I packed for the weekend and we took off.
Driving to Gulf Shores, Shawn acted completely normal. We sang along to Pandora Summer of the 90s! All while discussing our plans for the weekend. My mind changed a bazillion times, as usual. I finally told Shawn that we could just go walking on the beach since we would arrive so late.
We finally arrive at Gulf Shores, Alabama! We walk down toward the water and I bend down to roll my blue jeans up. When I finished I saw Shawn writing in the sand. Jokingly, I said..”Well, what are you doing?” He replied, “Come here”. I walked over to his half-way washed off words.
The words read: Will You Be Mine?
I didn’t quite get it, and I just said, “of course I will, baby”. Shawn then pulled out a ring box and got on one knee. I began to hysterically cry. No, not pretty tears of joy. An uncontrollable sob. I couldn’t stop it, I couldnt hear anything he was saying. I was just snotting all over his shoulder.
I finally gained enough composure to ask if this was for real? Shawn replied, “Well, if you say yes!” I immediately reassured him it was a definite yes!
I now have the Prince Charming that I prayed for. We know that our happiness is a gift from God, and we strive to live the rest of our lives serving him! For if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us?
My fiance and I met in high school and have been together for almost 6 years before he popped the question. We are true high school sweethearts! On that day we had plans to go up to Los Angeles for a going away party for my cousin who was moving to Chicago. On our way up to LA, my fiance kept missing every single exit I would tell him and I started to get really frustrated! I told him to just exit when he felt like it and I would give him directions from there. He continued to ignore me… After about 5 to 10 minutes of me being so irritated with him, he pulls out some Bonine (motion sickness pills) and tells me to take one. I flip out asking why I need to take one and where are we going. He doesn’t answer me so I continue to babble on and question what is going on. He eventually tells me that my cousin has a surprise for me before we go to the party.
We exit the freeway and he pulls up to a helicopter tour company’s parking lot. I begin to freak out and have a mini-meltdown due to a fear of flying and he tells me that my cousin isn’t coming and that it will be just us two. He had planned for us to take a quick tour over Los Angeles before we head to the party. I calm down and we head inside and meanwhile my stomach is churning and I’m text messaging my best friend how scared I am. Little did I know, she knew exactly what was going on and my fiance even secretly text messaged her while I made a run for the bathroom telling her to not spill the beans!
We finally go to where the helicopter is with the pilot and the pilot asks if we have any questions before taking off and me being a hot mess nervous wreck I asked for a barf bag! He didn’t have any but came back with a 10 gallon trash bag… so embarrassing! We take off from the airport and have an amazing ride over Universal Studios, past the Hollywood sign, over Hollywood Boulevard, over celebrity homes, and then up the coast. We went past the piers and the homes along the coast. We then began to head inland and all of a sudden the helicopter changes directions and was heading towards the ocean yet slowly getting lower to the ground. I began to look out the window and realized we were landing on a cliff over looking the ocean. I was looking back and forth at my fiance and the pilot freaking out and started to get butterflies in my stomach thinking something exciting was about to happen.
We land and the pilot announced to us that we were going to get out and check out the location for a little. When we got out of the helicopter, my fiance was asking if I was alright and reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. He then got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was in complete shock and in total excitement and while he was getting down on one knee I was trying to say “no way!”(out of excitement) multiple times but all that came out fast enough was “no no no!” Poor guy!! I of course said yes!! While he was proposing to me the pilot had been setting up a picnic table with champagne, cheesecake, and berries! We enjoyed some time on top of the cliff overlooking the ocean and then got back into the helicopter and headed back to the airport. There ended up not being any party and my cousin had me totally fooled and was excited to have been apart of it all.
What makes that day very special to me is that it was my fiance’s father’s birthday, who passed away about 2 years ago. He also proposed with a beautiful ring that his father had picked out for me, and had told my fiance that he knew we were going to get married and he didn’t want my fiance to worry about having to pay for a ring. I am so blessed to have a special piece of his father with me always and to have gotten an amazing and extravagant proposal that is Bachelor/Bachelorette worthy!! I can’t wait to marry my high school sweetheart and best friend <3
Melissa has had a long-standing fascination with the famous Chicago sculpture, “Cloud Gate”, also known as the “Bean”. So it made sense, when planning a vacation around Melissa’s spring break, to check out Chi-Town and the famous sculpture. Or that’s what Shawn said anyway. In reality, Shawn was looking for the perfect opportunity to pop the question. Had already started the process of getting Melissa’s ring and was able to pick it up, and hide it in the house, only days before their departure. The next trick was smuggling the bulky box through the airport security, without Melissa noticing it. But displaying the misdirection of a skilled magician, Shawn was able to make it to Chicago without arousing any suspicion. Of course, this would not last as Shawn’s flexible, “play it by ear” nature was missing, as he insisted on going to Milennium Park, to see the sculpture, almost as soon as they arrived. And so they went.
The park was lovely, and the sun was setting. The scene was magical, and nearly perfect. Except for the 10 fire trucks and 20 police cars across the street, and helicopter directly over the park! There was some kind of gas leak or other danger at a building across the street, with the helicopter in particular creating not quite the ambience Shawn had planned on. He briefly considered shouting his proposal over the steady thrumming of the chopper but resigned himself to figuring out some sort of plan B in the coming days (one idea was to hide it into a piece of deep dish pizza and pray she didn’t swallow it). But Shawn couldn’t help but be a little bit disappointed that his perfect plan was foiled by some sort of citywide crisis. To calm himself, he readily agreed to Melissa’s opportune suggestion to watch the ice skaters at the park.
After some time of watching people gliding across the ice, Shawn felt much more tranquil. Better yet, he realized that the park had also returned to a state of tranquility, the helicopter had cleared out, and the park was invitingly secluded. Shawn clumsily made up some less than brilliant excuse to go back into the park, and Melissa thankfully bit her tongue at this strange suggestion and relented. Strolling through Milennium Park with Melissa’s hand in his, Shawn looked for the perfect location that would have the view of the Bean and other park/city highlights, but be private enough for only the two of them to share the moment.
Finding the perfect patch of grass behind a wrought-iron gate, with the sculpture and cityscape in the background, Shawn got down on one knee, and said about half of the speech he was able to remember despite his nervousness. Melissa was surprised, but said the words Shawn had been hoping hear. Thank you Chicago
Kelly and I met on Friday the 13 th which is unlucky for most… Fast forward three years and we are moving in together. The first day of moving in, he asks me to get a box from the car… I do. Once I brought it up, he had me open it… Turns out he arranged a trip to New Orleans ( cleared my work schedule a few months in advance and my family even knew). He then asked me to marry him in front of a beautiful cathedral in Jackson square. He said I am his best fiend.
Kelly is the most amazing man I’ve ever known. I am lucky to have him in my life.
One day while I was on lunch at work my boyfriend kept on asking me when I was going on my lunch. I wasn’t sure why he kept asking me, I figured he was just gonna come and see me. i work at a nursing home and a nurses aide so sometimes i don’t always go on my lunch when im supposed to.
So i was sitting at a table waiting for him to get there and out of no where someone walks into the room dressed up in a Winnie The Pooh costume! I was not sure who it was until i looked down and seen his feet because he’s the only one I knew who wears socks and sandals and I knew it was him right away. In his arm he was holding a flower vase that looked like a honey pot with the words honey on it.
I didn’t know what he was doing at first but then he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. Inside the honey pot was my engagement ring in a little box. He turned over the ring and out came the ring and I don’t think I have ever been so happy he put the ring on my finger (which happened to be his mothers engagement ring also) and I immediately started crying, and right behind him was his mother video taping it and crying also. I couldn’t have asked for a better or sweeter way of being proposed to. I would have never thought that he would think of anything like that. i felt like the luckiest girl alive that day
My fiance just wrote this for our wedding website. I had asked him to write it, as he planned the proposal so perfectly. Below please find what he wrote:
Nicole slumbered in the seat next to Nate as he piloted their rental car the 150 mile journey between Chicago and Madison. He’d made up his mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Nicole months ago, and he planned to find out that weekend if she felt the same way. Traffic cleared and while Nicole still dozed he took the opportunity to text the photographer waiting for them in Madison. “NG: Blue sweater, jeans, tan trench – NK: black tights, top and overcoat. See you at 5!”
See, Nicole wasn’t exactly aware there was a photographer. To her, this was a weekend to meet up with her parents and sister and watch the Badger football team battle Minnesota’s Gophers for Paul Bunyan’s axe. Wisconsin Badger football was a passion Nate and Nicole shared. So Nate took the opportunity to turn a weekend of normal fun and excitement into one of extraordinary fun and excitement they would remember for the rest of their lives. And he hired a photographer to capture it all, without her knowing.
They pulled into Madison’s downtown area around 4:15, a bit early. (Nate must have had a nervously heavy right foot.) Nicole, still in the dark about Nate’s plan, bound out of the car ready to hit the streets. They planned to patronize Madison’s State Street shops before meeting her parents for dinner, but Nate’s plan deviated a little from that. Knowing they were a bit early, he tried to stall their steady progress up State Street towards the Capitol by inviting her to every possible shop he thought she might find interesting. “Would you like some ice cream? Do you want to try on that coat? Oh, look at that!”
Finally, they reached the Capitol. As they approached the stairs to the building, Nate anxiously attempted to recite the text he had committed to memory demonstrating his love for her and his desire for a lifelong partnership. He went to one knee, looked into Nicole’s surprised eyes and the lines of prose he had previously recited to himself a dozen times, came out more like, “You. Me. Good. Forever?” Nicole came to, realized what was happening and as Nate rose the couple embraced, a symbol of their commitment and love for one another.
Oh, and she said ‘yes!’
Then the tears came. While Nate was proposing, Nate had arranged for Nicole’s parents to hide out in a shop close to the action. As Nate went to one knee, the photographer approached, capturing the moment. Nicole’s parents followed and as soon as Nicole’s eyes locked with her mother’s their emotions got the better of them. Many tears and high fives later, Nate, Nicole, Nicole’s parents, her sister Kelsey and (surprise!) Nate’s father and stepmother met at Cooper’s Tavern on the Capitol Square for a celebration dinner. Dinner was followed the next day by a celebrated routing of the Minnesota Gophers by their beloved Badgers and though the ride home afterward signaled the weekend had come to an end, their lives together had just begun.
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Thank you for your consideration!
My fiancé is in the military and on Veterans Day weekend he was planning on coming from New York to our hometown in Kentucky to surprise me. I ended up really sick and in the hospital. He surprised me and spent the whole weekend by my side through tests, CAT scans and blood work, holding the very hand that he planned on putting a sparkling diamond ring on. Veterans Day came and I was finally able to go home. While I was sleeping he asked my parents for their permission to marry me. They said yes! My mom still cries when she tells the part about him saying, “she is the love of my life, she makes me whole.”
When I woke up, he asked if I wanted to get out of the house for a little bit and go for a ride. While in the truck, with my hoodie over my head and my hair a mess, he drove to a subdivision full of christmas lights that overlooked the city of Cincinnati, OH. It immediately perked me up because it was so beautiful. Then out of no where, right then and there, he told me that he couldn’t live his life without me and he asked me to be his wife. Stunned, I started crying but no real tears came out because I was so dehydrated from being sick. I of course said yes! We are currently going through a deployment in Afghanistan right now but plan on getting married May 10, 2014. What was an awful, sick weekend turned out to be the best weekend of my life so far. And I look forward to many more to come.
This is our proposal story: My fiance’s name is Levi and he is the most wonderful man. We met in April 2011 and within the first three months of dating each-other we just knew we were meant to be together. In October of 2011 we were walking through the mall and decided to look at rings. I was ecstatic! A few months later we decided to move in together and we kept talking about getting engaged – but I had no clue when it would happen. In January 2012 I went to Colorado for training and Levi bought the ring. He managed to keep the ring a secret for a whole month. He had thought of three separate occasions to ask for my hand, however, chose to wait. On February 14th I was bummed because we didn’t have any big plans for the day and I needed to study for a test. That evening Levi came home from work and I was taking a study break (playing Call of Duty in my sweatpants – lol!) and was in a general “bummy” mood. Levi asked if I wanted one of the things from my bouquet. I seemed very confused (who pulls apart bouquets?) and Levi handed me my favorite alcoholic drink (which I thought was clever because it was a pack of drinks and a completely different bouquet than the usual thing). I sat there slightly happier drinking my drink and then Levi walked up behind me and said “so you said you would marry me, right?” and I said “yea” and he placed the open ring box next to me. He came around the couch and got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I just began to cry hysterically and we hugged (Levi shed a few tears also) and then I said yes and he put the ring on my finger. Immediately after proposing he cooked the best steaks I’ve ever had and knew me well enough to put black olives as the centerpiece to our dinner! I know our story is not the typical proposal story, but it’s special to us! We are currently planning our October 19, 2013 wedding!
David Michael Hollobaugh was easily the cutest guy at church the Sunday before classes started Fall 2011 at BYU-Idaho. I was lucky enough to sit next to him in Sunday School and we talked. As that semester went by we talked more, hung out more and developed large crushes for each other….and that was it! I could not understand why he wouldn’t ask me on a date! So I took matters into my own hands. He was up on a balcony, I was at the bottom looking up- like Romeo & Juliet but the roles reversed. I asked him on a date and he said yes! (I later found out he had been plucking up the courage to ask me out and was going to that very week, but I beat him to it
). Our first date was at a placed called The Haunted Mill. It was super fun! I was scared and screaming and clinging to him the whole time and he was laughing at me the whole time, when we walked out of the place he held my hand- for the first time. Super precious!
Fast forward to Fall 2012. We had endured a 4 month long-distance relationship and a couple more semesters. We’d had our fair share of ups and downs, but we were happy. The Haunted Mill opened up again for the Halloween season and we made plans to go to…several times. How hard is it to re-live the first-date anyway?! Ends up he sabotaged our plans every time to make sure we went at the right time.
One night my roommates all decided to go to the Mill and insisted I join them, even though I said I didn’t want to go unless David went. He texted me later that day and said he had to work a night shift, so we wouldn’t get to see each other until way late that night or the next day. I was bummed and decided to join my roommates so I wouldn’t spend the whole night alone. So we got to the Mill, we were going through and screaming and giggling. At one point the Mill takes you on a path outside. It’s out in the boonies so you can see the stars super clear- it was a beautiful night, not a cloud int he sky. The path took a turn and out of the wall jumps out a zombie! We all screamed as he came toward us- but then as my luck would have it the zombie singled me out!! I was so scared as it came closer and closer and closer and dropped down on a one knee and in the cutest little voice asked, “Will you marry me?!” I was SO surprised. My hands flew to my mouth as he opened the ring box and I saw the prettiest ring I’d ever seen. And who would have guess that I would say “Yes!” to a zombie?! He took of the mask, stood up and gave me a hug and a kiss and then started looking at my roommates (who were taking pictures- those punks knew the whole time!) and looking at his bud who secretly recorded it. In all the excitement he forgot to put the ring on my finger! After he finally put it on, we went through the rest of the Haunted Mill together and every time someone would scare us I’d scream and then say “We just got engaged!” It was so fun to see each of the monsters break character for a moment to congratulate us and give us a high-five.
That was honestly the best surprise of my life and I couldn’t stop smiling for a week. October 16, 2012 will be considered the most magical and happiest day of my life until we get married on April 20th of this year.
He worked it out with the owners to where they snuck him into the Mill (he bought the zombie costume to blend in), and he waited for me to show up- scaring other people to pass the time. He said he knew it was me and my roommates coming when he heard my scream. He loves to scare me on a daily basis, so he is rather familiar with it.
I love my fiance more than anything and I am so excited to spend eternity with him!
Damien met me after he left work and suggested we go to a local pub. It sound like a good idea, so we had a few drinks and talked and laughed. A while latter, Damien asked if I wanted to take a walk along lake Michigan.
It was wonderful. The air was crisp and cool. The sky was clear and brilliant. We held hands, reminisced about how we first met, the crazy journey it’s been getting to where we are now, and to the relationship I cherish so deeply in my life.
The walk home was nostalgic. Every storefront, every statue and street corner captured memories of our friendship and our growing affection for each other.
When we got home, I immediately noticed two things; a red draping covered the entryway to the kitchen-blocking a view of the diningroom- and second, I really had to use the bathroom. I told Damien and he just smiled and said, “Okay, but I’ll have to cover your eyes, or it’ll spoil the surprise. ”
I gave him that look that said I know what you’re up to, but I really had no idea. A moment later, I exited the bathroom and Damien stood right by the door. The deep, red-orange of dusk silhouetted him as he said, “Okay, your surprise is ready.”
He directed me to the livingroom where a path of candles curved to the diningroom. My heart began to race as I slowly walked the candlelit path to the table. There was a single chair in front of a greeting card with a flower on it. I picked the card up and read it. It was a handwritten poem which chronicled our relationship from when we first met until a time where we spend the rest of our lives together. Tears welled up in my eyes and as I turned to face Damien, he dropped to one knee, produced a gorgeous ring, and said, “Will you marry me?”
Now my tears flowed freely. I replied, “Yes,” without hesitation. He gently put the ring on my finger. Then we kissed for what didn’t feel enough like eternity.
My fiancé Rory and I love to travel. With our work schedules we don’t always have a lot of time to take trips together, but we try to squeeze one in whenever we can. Rory had always wanted to visit Iceland and after dating a year and a half we finally booked our flight to Reykjavik. Little did I know that a few days before we left he visited my parents to ask for my hand in marriage. He wanted to wait for the perfect moment on our trip to propose so he asked me what I thought the most romantic part of our trip would be. I listed all sorts of ideas of what I thought would be romantic; the beautiful waterfalls, swimming in the blue lagoon, horseback riding together, I had a bunch of ideas…
We finally made our trip and had such a great time. It was our first time traveling internationally together and we had a blast exploring the city and seeing the beautiful variety of landscapes Iceland has to offer. A few days before we were to fly home we took a long drive and then a ferry out to the Island of Heimaey off the southwest coast. When we first arrived we took a boat tour around the island. We were surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, clear blue skies and beautiful green cliffs. The boat tour ended in a cave with our tour guide playing the saxophone and I told Rory that this was the most romantic part of our trip. That’s when he decided that he would propose to me that day.
While exploring the island we went to these beautiful green cliffs. I love taking photos so I was trying to capture some interesting shots. All the other tourists who were wandering around finally left and I took a selfie shot of myself. When I put the camera down I looked at Rory who was just staring at me. He removed my sunglasses so he could look into my eyes and tell me he loves me. Then he got down on one knee and pulled out a diamond ring and proposed. It wasn’t a grand production and we weren’t surrounded by family but we’re not the type of couple to do that kind of thing. Even though there were people not too far away, when he proposed it felt like we were alone on the cliffs of a small island in the middle of the ocean. It could not have been more perfect.
We’re getting married in September and I could not be happier to spend the rest of my life with him.
Before I begin this story, I feel like it’s important for me to point out the fact that Matt and I are by no means a “traditional” couple. I don’t mean that one of us is super short with a gimpy leg, and the other one is ridiculously tall with a flowing mane of hair or anything like that. I just mean…we do things differently. We have a quirky sense of humor. I’ll leave it at that for now.
Matt had surprised me with tickets to see “The Hunger Games” movie during the first weekend it was in theaters. We had planned a small night out, nothing elaborate, just dinner and a movie. But by the time we had finished our dinners, we both were in a panic when we realized we were running late, and the movie was scheduled to start in 10 minutes. We packed ourselves up, threw a tip on the table, screeched our car out of the parking lot, navigated our way through traffic at incredible speeds that would make even James Bond blush, parked in the first space we found available, and bolted out of the car towards the theater entrance as fast as we could in a strange, “Home Alone-esque” scene (remember when Kevin’s family was running through the airport?).
Matt, who I believe was still in shock that I was actually RUNNING somewhere, yelled behind me, “I bought the tickets online, just go straight in!” and we made a B-line for the theater entrance….”We’re going to make it!” I thought. “We’re almost there!” When suddenly, a pimply faced teenager who had been given a small ounce of power that evening during her part-time weekend theater job, stepped out in front of me, completely derailing my efforts to enter. “I need your tickets,” she said. As I reached behind me to grab the printed out tickets from Matt’s hands, the teenager then began having an extensive conversation with another movie-goer about their inability to bring in any outside candy that was not purchased from the theater’s concession stand. Growing impatient, I stood there, staring at the worker, my eyes burning and my fingers clenched…and she continued to rally off the theater’s policy to the father figure of the family, who could not for the life of him grasp the “outside food” rule. Time was ticking, I needed to see Katniss, and I knew the theater was going to be packed. Matt, sensing my frustration, slowly inched both of us forward so that the tickets were practically touching the worker’s oily, little face. Without a word, the worker, who was not impressed with our efforts, took the tickets, ripped them at the speed of molasses, and then slow motioned her way away from the entrance so that we could move forward.
WE WERE IN.
The theater was completely full. People were everywhere, children were screaming, popcorn seemed to be dripping from the ceiling and there was absolutely nowhere to sit. Nowhere except two, tiny seats that were squished in the middle of the very front section of the theater. It was our only option. Bustling our way over people and through the narrow aisle, we finally were able to sit down and catch our breaths. While I was relieved to be sitting down, I was fuming about the worker who had been outside. “What nerve she had!” I unloaded to Matt. “Who does that?! I mean, really, it’s opening weekend for a huge movie and you’re just going to stand out there like the movie police?!” Sensing my over reactive, Irish-heritage flooding forth, Matt said the three little words that he knew would help me stop worrying: “You want popcorn?” My eyes softened, my heartbeat returned to a normal pace, and a look of peace spread across my face. “Yes. Yes, I would,” I said, “Thank you.” My kind-hearted, sweet, perfect boyfriend then made his way back across everyone’s laps and went out to the concession stand to obtain my treat.
Feeling much more at ease and relieved that we had even found seats (as more and more people were pouring into the theater, many of them choosing to sit on the steps-which I thought was a fire hazard), I settled in and waited for Matt to return. I was snapped out of my relaxation mode by two young, twenty-something girls, working their way through our aisle. I thought they were just trying to get to their friends who had saved them seats, but apparently I was wrong. One of them plopped right down into Matt’s empty seat next to me (despite his very large, obvious winter jacket that was splayed across it), while the other stood, looming over me, with her designer purse and extra-large Diet coke in her perfectly manicured hands. I was in shock and didn’t really know what to say until finally the one who had nestled into Matt’s spot asked me sheepishly, “Oh. Is this seat already taken?” Giving a “sorry about your luck,” type smile, I tried to exhibit understanding and sincerity as I replied with, “Yes, I’m very sorry. I didn’t know you were headed for this seat.” While the girl embarrassingly got up from the seat, and I continued to smile my apologetic smile, her friend (Diet coke girl) gave me a look that even my own mother (the Queen of “the look”) would shy away from, and hissed in my face: “THAT is ridiculous.” As the two girls made their way back out of the aisle, the frustration of the entire movie-going experience came barging forth as I said, “I guess you should have gotten here earlier then, huh?” The girl pretended to ignore me, but I was livid. When Matt found me, my popcorn cradled lovingly in his arms, I immediately began telling my tale of the girl who stole his seat. However, I was only about 20 seconds into the story when “The Hunger Games” started, and Matt whispered, “You can tell me after.”
The movie began, I felt like a happy camper with my popcorn in hand and my man by my side, and all seemed to be going well.
Until Rue was about to die.
When Rue was about to die, Matt suddenly got a mysterious “phone call,” made evident by his lit-up cell phone screen, which he hesitantly pulled out of his pocket. “It’s my parents,” he said to me. Thinking that was the end of that conversation, I was horrified to find Matt standing up and whispering, “I have to take this…they’re out of town and something might be wrong.” NO! I grabbed his arm, looked at him with the eyes of a desperate woman and said, “You do NOT need to take this call,” to which his response was a little giggle, and then he disappeared like a movie theater phantom. “WHAT?! You’re leaving me in the middle of this movie and Rue is about to DIE?!!” I thought.
30 minutes later, Matt was still not back. Having a history of “bathroom issues” after eating large meals out, my suspicions were that he had made his way to the little boy’s room after the phone conversation with his parents. But after about 45 minutes, I began to get worried. What if someone attacked him in the bathroom, beat him up and left him to die?! I didn’t want my boyfriend dying at all, let alone on the cold, unforgiving tile of a movie theater bathroom. Then, I began to panic. What if something terrible happened to his parents and he had to leave the movies suddenly in an inconsolable state. Did he forget me?!? Right as I was gathering up my belongings to head out and go look for him, Matt quietly re-entered the movie theater, a large grin on his face, and a huge, white shopping bag in his hands. A shopping bag. In his hands.
Easing back down into his seat, the over-sized shopping bag crinkling loudly at his side, he smiled over to me and said, “What did I miss?”
WHAT DID YOU MISS?!?!?! Only the whole movie! RUE DIED, MATT. RUE DIED AND YOU WEREN’T HERE. Not wanting to have an argument in the middle of the movie theater, I simply clenched my teeth and replied with, “Why do you have a shopping bag?” Matt stifled a laugh and gave me a “I love you” type grin. Why was this funny? “I was outside talking to my parents, and I couldn’t get reception in the theater lobby, so I had to go outside, all the way over to that Barnes and Noble next door to hear anything. And when I went over to Barnes and Noble, I saw this PERFECT THING for you, and I just had to buy it for you. I’m really sorry, but when you see it, you’ll just love it, I know it.” While I was incredibly flattered that he had purchased me a gift during his non-emergency phone call with his parents, I was still confused about the whole experience. “Wait,” I said, “You went SHOPPING when you were supposed to be seeing this movie with me?!” He shrugged, continued to smile and said, “We’ll talk about it when it’s over.”
The movie ended. We left the theater, and as soon as we were outside of the doors I began to re-live my dramatic tale of the two crazy girls who had tried to steal our seats, not paying any bit of attention to where we were headed as I did so. We were holding hands, the large shopping bag in Matt’s free hand, and we began walking past the movie theater and shopping complex to an overlook area that looked out at the Cincinnati skyline. Seizing my opportunity for props (which makes any story a little better), I sat down on a conveniently located bench, and began demonstrating to Matt where I was sitting in the theater, where the girls had been, and how the whole ordeal had played out. “Here! Sit down next to me and I’ll show you how it happened!” I said. Matt sat down, I re-told the story again and we both had a good laugh. After I had worn myself out with storytelling, I looked at Matt and without skipping a beat said, “What the hell did you go shopping for during the movie?! Who does that?!” He laughed, handed me the bag and said, “Open it!”
I pulled out a large, poster-board which was clearly not something that was bought from a store. It was much better than that. Attached to the poster board was a collage of ticket stubs, brochures, pictures and other various memory-related items from the duration of our 6-year dating relationship. Matt went through each one and pointed out significant events that had happened. “And remember this? This is from the time we went to the Cincinnati Reds game and it was 100 degrees outside! And this is a napkin I stole from the restaurant of our first date.” I couldn’t believe that he had kept all of those things. Finally, when we had relived the entire poster board, he pointed to a space that he had left blank in the bottom right-hand corner of the board and said, “And here. This is a little space so that we can make even more memories. Memories when we’re married.” He got down onto one knee, pulled out the engagement ring (which was illuminated in the dark because the box had a light in it…AWESOME), and asked if I would marry him. And of course I said yes.
What had REALLY happened when Matt left to take the “phone call from his parents,” was that he hadn’t had a phone call at all (he had simply made his phone light up by touching a button). After sleuthing his way out of the theater, he then ran back to the car and obtained the ring and the bagged poster. Ring and poster in hand, he then proceeded to scope out the “perfect engagement spot,” which actually turned out to be the bench where I had sat down by my own volition.
We are now engaged to be married on August 23, 2013, and we couldn’t be happier. He makes me laugh every day, and our relationship, despite its many quirks, is something I wouldn’t trade for the world.