Weddingbee bios

Mr B and I had been planning a trip to the East coast of Canada for a couple months this past summer. We renovated an old 1973 Winnebago back to front, top to bottom. It was an ambitious project. I had a gut instinct Mr B was going to propose during the trip but was trying not to get my hopes up JUST IN CASE. Could you imagine driving back from Newfoundland with one angry un-engaged woman?!

After a heck of a lot of work, we hit the road on a Monday evening. We spent the night just outside of the city with my parents so we could miss the Toronto traffic in the morning. In the morning, we were saying our goodbyes out on the front lawn with my parents. There were lots of hugs and kisses all around. My dad looked around very excited asking "Can I say something? Can I say something?"  Mr B and I were expecting something along the lines of "Have a great trip! Here's $50 towards your first tow!"... Instead my Dad looked at my Mom and said "I just wanted you to know, Mr B has asked for my permission for Bakerella's hand in marriage and I said yes." Dad was proud as punch. Mr B looked like he watched a puppy get run over. I burst out laughing as my Mom looked at Mr B and said "Never ever tell Dad anything! Don't you know that?! The man CANNOT keep a secret!!!" Mr B, Mom and I laughed until tears streamed down our cheeks while Dad innocently looked around asking "What??? What????" When we were finally in a semi-composed state, Mr B simply said "Well, do you want your ring?", and obviously I said YES!!!! Mr B went to the RV to get the ring and when he got back, he got down on one knee (still on my parents front lawn!!!) and told me how much he loved me and asked me to marry him. Again, another resounding yes, and tears for a whole different reason!

Two footnotes to this story. First, the whole time Mr B was down on his knee, my mother was weeding in the garden. When my Mom weeds, she throws everything behind her. I was dodging weeds during Mr B's proposal while my Dad was pulling on my Mom muttering "Get up! This is kind of important!"  Ahhhh true to my family's style...

Secondly, according to my Dad, Mr B had given him permission to tell people about our engagement as soon as we were "out of Toronto". Dad took the meaning quite literally as my parents house is about 1km from the Toronto border. I can safely say I'm sure there are not many brides out there who have been proposed to by their father!!!!

@Newfie - I totally agree, Newfoundland is the most beautiful province! It's probably the most beautiful place I've ever been period. I can hardly wait to go back and explore more! We did Port Aux Basque up to St Anthony, so we need to do the east coast next. Love love love it! We're talking about renting a cottage and spending an entire summer in Gros Morne :)

ANd my father cannot keep a secret either.  its a running joke in my family not to tell him anything secret!

The ring is beautiful, and it's a story you'll never forget.. I just feel bad for the fiance - he must have been devastated!

I have a similar story... My fiance asked my parents, and Dad told all of his friends (but not me) the next week.  Then they were all congratulating me!  Plus my mom asked me what size my finger was!