Winter_Bride
07-15-2006, 05:00 AM
I knew he had already bought the ring for me. He told me in the beginning of September that he had gone ring shopping with one of his female roommates, and that he "put a rather large purchase" on his visa. That's all he told me, and then hung up.
October 10 - I was at an out of town dance competition with my sister and my mom. I phoned him to let him know how I did (rather well, thank you) and told him of a few items that my mom needed him to drop off at her place when we returned the next day. He asked me about the box on the stool. I told him that didn't need to go. And then I realized there was no way he should have known about the box - it had been moved there the morning we left, and he had not been at the house. "__, how did you know about the box?" His reply was "I love you sweetie. I'll see you when you get home." I immediately phoned my dad, whom I lived with at the time. He told me that DH had been by to ask him a question. My heart left my chest and I was too distracted the next day to do as well in my trophy dances as I had hoped.
October 18, 2003 - I relented myself to not knowing when or how he would propose. I knew he was bad at keeping secrets, but I also knew that this was a surprise I didn't want to ruin. I was over at his place and was in his basement bedroom grabbing my hoodie. And there, underneath my sweatshirt was the bag. And I peeked in (I had to!) and saw the box. DH was standing behind me, and told me that's all I would be able to see until the moment arrived. He "had a plan". I told him that any moment could really be the right moment. All that mattered was that he asked, and I said yes. He couldn't be convinced. We sat on his bed and I tried to contain my slight dissapointment. We talked a little, and then he suddenly started to get up. "All that really matters" he said "Is that I ask you 4 little words, and you reply with one." Before I knew it, he had grabbed the ring box, and dropped to one knee. I instantly started to panic!! I tried to pull him up "You have a plan! You have a plan!" Was I TRYING to stop my own engagement???? He said a whole bunch of pretty words that of course I can't remember. And then he popped the question. OF COURSE I said yes, and despite what he might say, I said it immediately! (he thinks I took my sweet time to respond). I leaned down to him and started to hug him and kiss him. A few moments later he demanded for my finger - I completely forgot about the ring!!
To this day, he sometimes is dissapointed in himself that instead of having the magical proposal in the rivervalley at the spot where we had our first kiss, we got engaged in his basement bedroom while his roommates and friends played poker upstairs.
But it was a magical moment shared between the two of us, and it makes my heart skip a beat when I think about it all the same :love:
October 10 - I was at an out of town dance competition with my sister and my mom. I phoned him to let him know how I did (rather well, thank you) and told him of a few items that my mom needed him to drop off at her place when we returned the next day. He asked me about the box on the stool. I told him that didn't need to go. And then I realized there was no way he should have known about the box - it had been moved there the morning we left, and he had not been at the house. "__, how did you know about the box?" His reply was "I love you sweetie. I'll see you when you get home." I immediately phoned my dad, whom I lived with at the time. He told me that DH had been by to ask him a question. My heart left my chest and I was too distracted the next day to do as well in my trophy dances as I had hoped.
October 18, 2003 - I relented myself to not knowing when or how he would propose. I knew he was bad at keeping secrets, but I also knew that this was a surprise I didn't want to ruin. I was over at his place and was in his basement bedroom grabbing my hoodie. And there, underneath my sweatshirt was the bag. And I peeked in (I had to!) and saw the box. DH was standing behind me, and told me that's all I would be able to see until the moment arrived. He "had a plan". I told him that any moment could really be the right moment. All that mattered was that he asked, and I said yes. He couldn't be convinced. We sat on his bed and I tried to contain my slight dissapointment. We talked a little, and then he suddenly started to get up. "All that really matters" he said "Is that I ask you 4 little words, and you reply with one." Before I knew it, he had grabbed the ring box, and dropped to one knee. I instantly started to panic!! I tried to pull him up "You have a plan! You have a plan!" Was I TRYING to stop my own engagement???? He said a whole bunch of pretty words that of course I can't remember. And then he popped the question. OF COURSE I said yes, and despite what he might say, I said it immediately! (he thinks I took my sweet time to respond). I leaned down to him and started to hug him and kiss him. A few moments later he demanded for my finger - I completely forgot about the ring!!
To this day, he sometimes is dissapointed in himself that instead of having the magical proposal in the rivervalley at the spot where we had our first kiss, we got engaged in his basement bedroom while his roommates and friends played poker upstairs.
But it was a magical moment shared between the two of us, and it makes my heart skip a beat when I think about it all the same :love: