Many people have the "perfect" proposal, where everything is planned out and a surprise, nothing goes wrong and in the end there are cheers from the crowds and a kiss and everything is happy. Ours wasn't much like this at all.
Mike and I talked about getting married pretty far in advance. We also went looking at rings together, and most of the ones I liked were 3 stones, from cheaper stores. The one he had in mind was neither of these things - a beautiful solitaire from Tiffany's. He had gone to visit with it while I was on a business trip to Salt Lake City. He had checked out all the options and did all the footwork as a secret. That little weasel!
Because all the rings I had liked were nothing like the one he loved, he wanted to make sure that I loved it, and so we went on an outing to the store to check it out. It was glorious - so sparkly. I can honestly say that there is a difference in the way that the cheaper stones looked compared to the fancy ones. Since the store is about 1.5 hours away from home, I knew when he purchased it... and also that he had to send it out for sizing (which now needs to be resized again back to the original size). Sizing apparently means it gets sent to New York. Unfortunately, I was being sent to Germany for work the same time.
How much does it suck being four thousand miles from home and knowing that your engagement ring just got there?? A lot!
Now, for the actual evening of the proposal. I came home in the early evening from Germany (it's a long flight and I don't usually sleep flying that direction). Mike was trying so hard to make it perfect - he ran out to get sushi (my favorite) for dinner. Unfortunately, the car service with me got there before he did and I had no keys to get in to the apartment. I kept calling him to see where he was but he didn't hear his phone going off. So, I waited, cold and alone on our back patio, for him to come home. Finally I got through to him (he had already come back through the other door) and he let me in.
He had spotlessly cleaned our apartment (not surprising because he does take care of me) and put candles all over the place, and laid out our sushi dinner. Glorious! So the entire meal, I expected to get the ring... he knew I'd been waiting and waiting - what was taking him so long?!?!
We had been talking the week before about ways to propose and one was the "old" way of putting rings into pudding and desserts... so he went to the fridge... and then turned to me and said he couldn't bear to do that to the ring as he went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
Of course, I had to say yes (who would turn down that ring, or a man who cleans??), and so I did and we snuggled and ate sushi then went out for drinks and spent an evening with just us.
The hardest part about actually *being* engaged? Waiting to update facebook until we told our parents (which we wanted to do in person)!!
Many people have the "perfect" proposal, where everything is planned out and a surprise, nothing goes wrong and in the end there are cheers from the crowds and a kiss and everything is happy. Ours wasn't much like this at all.
Mike and I talked about getting married pretty far in advance. We also went looking at rings together, and most of the ones I liked were 3 stones, from cheaper stores. The one he had in mind was neither of these things - a beautiful solitaire from Tiffany's. He had gone to visit with it while I was on a business trip to Salt Lake City. He had checked out all the options and did all the footwork as a secret. That little weasel!
Because all the rings I had liked were nothing like the one he loved, he wanted to make sure that I loved it, and so we went on an outing to the store to check it out. It was glorious - so sparkly. I can honestly say that there is a difference in the way that the cheaper stones looked compared to the fancy ones. Since the store is about 1.5 hours away from home, I knew when he purchased it... and also that he had to send it out for sizing (which now needs to be resized again back to the original size). Sizing apparently means it gets sent to New York. Unfortunately, I was being sent to Germany for work the same time.
How much does it suck being four thousand miles from home and knowing that your engagement ring just got there?? A lot!
Now, for the actual evening of the proposal. I came home in the early evening from Germany (it's a long flight and I don't usually sleep flying that direction). Mike was trying so hard to make it perfect - he ran out to get sushi (my favorite) for dinner. Unfortunately, the car service with me got there before he did and I had no keys to get in to the apartment. I kept calling him to see where he was but he didn't hear his phone going off. So, I waited, cold and alone on our back patio, for him to come home. Finally I got through to him (he had already come back through the other door) and he let me in.
He had spotlessly cleaned our apartment (not surprising because he does take care of me) and put candles all over the place, and laid out our sushi dinner. Glorious! So the entire meal, I expected to get the ring... he knew I'd been waiting and waiting - what was taking him so long?!?!
We had been talking the week before about ways to propose and one was the "old" way of putting rings into pudding and desserts... so he went to the fridge... and then turned to me and said he couldn't bear to do that to the ring as he went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
Of course, I had to say yes (who would turn down that ring, or a man who cleans??), and so I did and we snuggled and ate sushi then went out for drinks and spent an evening with just us.
The hardest part about actually *being* engaged? Waiting to update facebook until we told our parents (which we wanted to do in person)!!
posted by alyssa719 4 months ago