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A few days before the proposal day, Garrett told me that he was going to take me whale watching at Stinson Beach. He said his friend Ryan had a coworker who knew all about whalewatching and we would go with them. I was a little suspicious because Stinson Beach is a special place for us – we had one of our first dates there and also celebrated our 5 year anniversary there. The few days before the proposal, I kept looking for clues and hints but I really wasn’t sure. Then, the morning of, Garrett said we were meeting Ryan for donuts in San Rafael before we headed to Stinson Beach. That’s when I figured the proposal wasn’t going to happen after all, since his friend coming with us was now a reality.
Little did I know, this was all part of Garrett’s plan to throw me off. We did end up meeting Ryan for donuts, and then we were supposed to meet him at the beach. He called us on our way to the beach to let us know he would be late because he needed to get gas. We got to the beach and sat down on a towel, waiting for Ryan (or so I thought). I started getting antsy and cold – at one point I even wanted to go back to the car! But then, around 30 minutes after we had gotten to the beach, Garrett told me to stand up because Ryan was there. When I stood up, he pointed to the sky and I saw a plane with a banner that read, “Monacs, will you marry me?”
I turned around and there he was, down one on knee, grinning, and said “will you marry me?” I was so surprised since I had convinced myself it wasn’t going to happen, that my immediate response was “Are you kidding me?! Are you kidding me?!” and then I said “Yes!”. The ring is beautiful and everything I could have wanted – just my style. After the proposal, we started walking back to the parking lot. Just then, I said to Garrett: “Does anyone else know about this?” and he responded, “I think those people do.” There, in the parking lot were both of our families! My parents, my aunt and uncle from Romania, Garrett’s mom, dad and little brother.
My favorite part of the day was how he invited our families to be a part of it. When you get engaged I think the first thing you want to do is share it with the ones nearest and dearest to you and it was nice to be able to do that. We had brunch together in celebration of the engagement. It was a wonderful proposal, and I am so excited that I get to marry my best friend.
Our story is not really a story at all. It’s just the way it happened.
My fiance chose the 4th of July weekend to propose to me. July 4th is one of his favorite holidays. I had no idea what was about to happen. I mean, we had been talking about getting married and we both knew we wanted to get married. I just wasn’t expecting a proposal.
So, for us it was a long weekend. I LOVE long weekends! I had been making plans for weeks for this long weekend! On Friday night, July 3rd, we went to my best friend’s house for dinner. We went and watched the local town’s fireworks display. We came home and crashed.
On Saturday, the 4th, we had his family over for a cookout. They ate, drank and were merry. We all watched our town’s fireworks display. We both enjoyed the day but were very busy as host and hostess. After we cleaned up we crashed.
On Sunday I made plans to visit my brother who lives on the ocean. We stayed all afternoon into the night. We played with his grandchildren and I got to visit with my bro and his wife and his kids too. We saw his local town’s fireworks display. We had a lot of fun! We came home and crashed.
So – when did he propose you ask? Well, we both start work very early and wake up at 4am. He usually gets up about 15 minutes before me in the morning.
On Monday, July 6th, instead of the usual alarm clock buzz, I woke up to the sound of his sweet voice softly singing an old song by Spiral Staircase. “I love you more today than yesterday…but not as much as tomorrow.” The bed was covered with rose petals. A beautiful diamond ring was on my left hand. And he just kept smiling and singing while I rubbed my eyes, looked around and then jumped for joy, showering the room with the rose petals.
We both wanted to bang in sick that Monday. But we didn’t. We now had to save our money for a wedding!
What a wonderful giveaway! My boyfriend and I had started looking at engagement rings nine months before he proposed! I, of course, spent the first six months expecting a proposal around every corner. So, by the time he actually proposed I was totally and completely shocked.
We had planned a trip to visit family and friends in Seattle on the 4th of July. Unfortunately, we decided to do this very last minute and were stuck flying stand-by on a very very busy day. We raced between three airports over 12 hours until we finally were able to get on our flight. (Picture furious running, ala Home Alone, seconds before they closed the cabin doors!) We arrived safe and sound and quickly meet up with friends for dinner. Little did I know that while we were eating other friends were setting up a romantic scene at the water front for my boyfriend to propose. After a dinner and walk we came upon the scene and I just thought “looks like someone is proposing!”. It took seconds (seemed like minutes) for me to realize that I was the one being proposed to! It was romantic and sweet and perfectly us. Soon family and friends came to meet us and we were lucky enough to spend the rest of the weekend surrounded by the people we love in our favorite city.
It was perfect.
We been dating over 8 years and by then people were starting to ask “When will you guys get married?” It never bother me that he hadn’t purposed to me. We knew we wanted to spend our lives together. We were traveling, enjoying life, and being happy.
Last year my family had planned a trip to Stateline, NV. My parents invited us because they had accumlated free nights. Who could reject free rooms? We arrived Friday and spend most of the time at the casino and the outlets. Saturday had arrived and we had planned to drive to Las Vegas and hang out for the entire day. We invited my little sister to hang with us because my parent had scored some tickets to see The Beach Boys.
We arrived to Las Vegas and theI wanted to stop at The Mirage. I wanted to see the image of The Beatles and buy some suvinors. I’ve been wanting to see the cirque du soleil LOVE because we are big fans The Beatles but financially we couldn’t. As I was memorized with the photo of John Lennon, he had excused himself. A few minutes later, he surprised me with tickets to see a later show for that night. I gave him a big hug and almost cried. It had been one of my dreams to see the show. We had to add my little sister to our fun adventure.
The show started at 9:30pm and every minute of it was amazing. The last performance was “All you need is Love” It was magical and I had tears coming down. Next thing I know, he turned me to him and asked me the BIG question. He purposed to me and I couldn’t respond. No words were coming out. My body went to complete shock with so many surprise for one day. I believe he shooked me to make sure I was still breathing. LOL!! Once I got myself together, I said YES.
When the show ended, we drove back to Stateline to share with my family. My parents and my sister had known about this all along. There was truely LOVE in the air that evening.
Our engagement was out of this world. It was Friday, May 22 – our regular Friday date night. I rushed home from a busy day and barely had time to change before our dinner reservation. We arrived late, but Brian keep telling me not to worry and that he wanted to take a walk along the docks first. This was so unlike him because he hates being late anywhere!! So as we were walking along, he suddenly got down on one knee, told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and asked me to marry him. I freaked out. Screaming and crying and screaming some more. After I managed to say yes, out came a horse-drawn carriage. I freaked out. We were on the docks in fisherman’s village in Marina del Rey – how was there a horse-drawn carriage along the docks?! It was out of a dream. We got in and the carriage took us all around the marina as the sun set – it was the most beautiful, romantic thing he had ever done. Then he told me we weren’t going home that night and that he had my things (toothbrush, contacts, etc) and had another surprise. Our carriage pulled up to the Ritz Carlton hotel, dropped us off at the valet and Brian walked me up to the room he had set for us. It had been decorated with yellow rose petals everywhere, our pictures on the desk, champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, and best of all, our songs playing on the CD player. Amazing. It was the fairy-tale proposal that I will never forget.
It all started when I agreed to move halfway across the country with him, from the East Coast to the Midwest. Before I left he said something like, “Guess I’ll have to start shopping for a ring…” So my girlfriend and I, of course, went out to the jewelry stores just to look, to get an idea of what I might want. We found the most perfect estate ring in one independent jeweler’s that was just oh-so-perfect for me. And, unbeknownst to me, my girlfriend emailed my (now) fiance and told him all about it.
Fast forward a year and a couple months. I’m living in the Midwest now, in the same town as fiance. He’s in law school, and I don’t expect anything until he graduates. One night he’s sick, so I bring him orange juice and advil. The next night, he comes over in his sweatpants, sits down on my couch, and tells me how grateful he is for me taking care of him. I, as usual, make a joke of it, “Oh, I’ll be taking care of you for a while yet, at least until I’m pushing you around in a wheelchair.” He smiled and pulled out a jewelry box (from the pocket of his sweatpants, I swear I didn’t notice it). He asked me to marry him right there on the couch, both of us half-sick with the last vestiges of the flu and in our sweatpants. Of course I said yes, and guess what? He’d gotten the ring I picked out nearly a year before, and had held on to it since then!
Its early Saturday morning sometime in early January and the voice or reason comes over me once again “You know today is a good day to put your passport application in” Uh yes that would have been a wonderful idea had I followed through.
Fast forward to February 5th as I stand in line at the Coral Springs City Hall ready to hand in my passport app and my birth certificate knowing I will have plenty of time before I need this, and anyway I just checked online no passport needed to cruise to Mexico before June 1st Its all good!! Now it’s the Sunday before we leave on our seven night cruise to the Western Caribbean and excitement is flowing through the air. Bags are packed last minute checks are being completed, saying bye to our parents and securing a very important item that Cinthia (my fiance) has been waiting for. I was planning on asking her hand in marriage on a private beach in Cozumel uh yes great plan I know. Then it happened on a last minute check on the customs and border patrol website I came across a blurb about needing a copy of your birth certificate if you don’t have a passport. My stomach instantly twisted into knots and I saw my self handing that item into the passport office along with my application. What was I going to do? Tell her? I needed a plan well I couldn’t think of one so I told her. You could imagine what came next…… No passport no birth certificate no cruise no engagement and she only knew the half. The whole way home from Cinthia’s parent’s house I thought ok it’s been 4 weeks what’s the chance it’s going to be in the mail tomorrow? I am in the system they can look me up right? As I scramble through my thick head Cinthia is heating up the phone lines finding places that expedite passports (I had no idea that was even possible). After hours of web searching and phone calls we went to bed that night hoping for a miracle.
The next morning the news looked grim my passport was still in processing and according to the US passport office; we needed an appointment to even see if I could get it early. Standing now about six hours from sailing it was looking even worse, tears were rolling and my great plan was doomed. I even started to think of when to pop the question that week at a nice restaurant or something. Turns out the there are only eight passport city’s in this country and one happens to be in downtown Miami!!! After much debate I made a decision “babe pack your bags were going down-town! What’s the worse that can happen? You never know! So we went.
This was our last ditch effort heading down to Miami. Bags packed hoping to make it through security of a federal building up the office to be for my passport with my proof of travel. 45 minutes later I park the car in some lot of Biscayne and we head in. Metal detectors check, bag check everything checks, nobody asks for an appointment so we head towards the elevator up the eighth floor where a line of people await us. As Cinthia smooth talks a federal cop we get into the waiting room without an appointment, we wait on a special line, get to the window and tell our story.
The first nice lady goes to the back for what seemed to be a lifetime and found my application!!! She said ok it’s possible to get it today just have to pay sixty dollars and show proof of travel. Of course we pay and waited for our number, time is now 12:30pm. Minutes later our number gets called and the supervisor helps us. I wish I could remember her name she was incredible!!!!! She approved it and sent it for printing asap (which she didn’t have to do) after a quick lunch downtown at 2:45pm I had the golden nugget in my hand. No time to celebrate we had to be at the port by 4pm. We flew up I95 and got to the port at 4:15pm just in time to check in and have a Bahama Mamma!!!! Two days later at a private beach in Cozumel Mexico I asked Cinthia to spend the rest of her life with me.
Jonathan proposed on a rainy spring evening in Paris, France and while the Eiffel Tower sparkled like diamonds in front of us, the Tiffany diamond he held in his hand as he knelt down on one knee was all I could see.
The rest is history.
It was in December and my baby sister was just born. We came home from the hospital and Ryan was waiting for me on the couch, tired as I was. We just sat on the couch looking at our tv that wasn’t even on and just treasuring the moment.
It was all of a sudden when he took my hands and asked me this question, “Jessica, I love you. I loved you before you even noticed me 4 years ago in high school. I never forgot you even after 5 years we were apart when I left accross country. And I love you still and always will. 5 years from now and 5 years later. Hunny, will you marry me?”
By that time I was bawling. But I didn’t say yes.
I asked him instead, “Why at this time? What made you want to marry me?”
He just smiled his quirky, lopsided smile and replied, “Why do you have to question everything? I love you and it’s as simple as that.”
How could I say no to that logic?
It was simple and it was perfect.
October 24, 2008 was our 2 year anniversary. I had been asking Scott all week what he wanted to do – dinner out, dinner at home, something special?? He kept on saying he wasn’t sure, so I hadn’t made any real plans other than get him a few small cute presents (including a nice bar of soap that he couldn’t stop smelling the last time we were at Whole Foods!!). Little did I know he had it all planned out. He started the night by taking me to an amazing, relaxing couples massage. Then he surprised me by buying this gorgeous black dress I had been looking at online. He told me to put it on for our next activity. The next activity was sitting front and center at The Little Mermaid on Broadway (my favorite movie from when I was little!). When we were coming home I asked if that was the end of the amazing presents because he totally outdid himself, like usual! He said he had one more thing he wanted to do….and he took me up to the roof deck of our apartment building that overlooks the Empire State Building. He had hidden 2 dozen roses and champagne on the roof. After saying a million amazing things about me, including how his nephew wanted me to be his Aunt Amanda instead of his Uncle Scott’s girlfriend, he popped the question!!!!!!!!! After freaking out and saying “oh my god” about a million times, I happily accepted!! I received the most gorgeous engagement ring and all I had for him was a bar of soap
*My last entry had a serious typo! Please submit this one.
Tommy and I have a sweet and simple proposal story. Halloween is my favorite holiday; I have 4 50 gal. Rubbermaid containers filled with decorations, which I start putting up in the middle of September. For several years we lived in an apartment and never got trick or treaters, yet each year I’d buy bags of candy and play my spooky music in hopes that at least one kid would come to the door. After years of being disappointed, last year I decided not to buy candy or even turn on my porch light. Tommy said “No, no. I’m getting you a bag of Butterfingers and Reese’s cups just in case”.
At around 6 p.m. Halloween night, I get a little knock at the door. I look through the people hole and don’t see anyone. My first trick or treater! I ran to get the bags of candy and swung the door open with a big smile on my face. There was my Tommy, down on one knee with the open ring box in his hand. It was the best, best trick or treater anyone could ask for.
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I had just gotten back from my study abroad in Chile, where I spent the last year. I was still trying to get used to being back home, getting ready to start my last semester of college and finding a place to live down where I go to school.
One day, my boyfriend told me he wanted to drive somewhere (which was not unusual for me since he drives to random places) and I just got in the car and went with him. After a while, I got really hungry and we stopped and had lunch. I figured we were already there and asked him where we where going, I am very impatient person and by then I just wanted to get to wherever it was we were going.
We finally arrived to Monterey Beach and he decided to walk as far away as possible from the people, and while I looked at what used to be the base of a building , he stayed near the ocean. When I turned around and walked back to where he was standing I noticed he had written on the sand “I LOVE YOU” and I hugged him. He then went on and told me “you know I’ve been in love with you for a very long time and I would love for you to be my wife”.. and here we are..
Michael planned a Christmas Eve dinner at the Oregon Grille in Hunt Valley, MD. When we arrived he had slipped the matradee an envelope with a note that read, “Amy Lynn, I love you and want to send the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” The matradee handed me the wine list and I thought “That was weird? They usually give the wine list to the man.” Well, when I opened the wine list the envelope slid out into my lab and Michael said “What’ that?” “Open it.” I curiously started to open the envelope and as I read the note, Micheal went down on one knee and unknowingly pulled the entire table cloth down with him. Wine glasses, water, bread, silverware and menu’s came crashing to the floor. The entire restaurant went silent and Michael didnt miss a beat as he said, ” I can’t imagine my life without you, will you marry me?” The rest is history. The entire restuarant erupted in applause. It was a night to remember.
Dave is a pathologist and I’m a transcriptionist and oddly enough we met at work. We kept it a secret from our coworkers for the first few months and finally decided to let everyone know by showing up at a work party together. Dave somehow manages to have many hobbies, one of them being the lead guitarist for his band Sultry Simone and The Deadbeats. I spent many nights going out to the bars and watching them play. They are awesome!! So when I heard they were playing another show it didn’t phase me. Everyone from work was there and all of our friends. Dave’s parents just happened to be staying the weekend and decided to come (with some of their friends and some of their friends’ friends!). I had no idea and apparently I was suppose to be sitting with his parents when he proposed but I managed to mingle, grab a drink, and was even in the bathroom when they played their “que song”.
When the time came, Dave got nervous because I was no where to be found, so he chatted up the crowd with his charm and finally I emerged from the bathroom. I was forced in my seat with some friends when he started to say “I write some of these songs we play and I really can’t sing at all and somehow Whitney-Cole (the singer) always makes it sound like this amazing thing.. but tonight I’m going to sing for you guys right now..” and he sings this song he wrote for me about how we met, when he first said i love you, and at the end he asks “will you marry me?” Of course I was in shock and cried the whole time (and when the camera pans over you can see me with my hand over my mouth) and at the end I jump up and hug him. The funny part was when he got down on his knee I got down on mine too because I wanted to hug him so bad and say yes! Apparently he hadn’t officially asked me yet and I was a little early! 
You can see him sing the song @ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtPvt1IFquY or go to you tube and type in ‘dave8325′
Joel and I had been talking about engagement for several months. As we were wrapping up our pre-marital counseling in April, he began to ask me questions about what I liked in a ring. Fundamentally, I wanted to be surprised by the ring but we went shopping one time for me to at least show him what styles I liked (or not). In early June, we were at dinner when he shared that he was trying to decide between two rings. I so enjoyed hearing how he was really into choosing just the ‘right’ style and quality of the ring.
By mid-July I was getting antsy because not a word about engagement had happened since that night at dinner. I was thinking, “ok, I’m going to be patient…” We had a visit to Tennessee and my birthday coming up so I didn’t want to rush things if he was planning around one of those events. Then circumstances came up one Sunday that made me feel the big question was going to be delayed indefinitely…. and I was having a melt-down. In reality, Joel had already spoke with my parents over a week before and was putting the final pieces together for asking me to be his wife. In reality, that next day, Monday, was to be the day I would say, “yes!”
Joel invited me to come over for dinner that evening. It seemed to be just a normal night for us. After dinner, I asked what the plans were for the rest of the evening. He suggested that we have some quiet time together first, then he needed to take 20 minutes to get a project finished, and then we could go for a walk. (Going for walks have always been a great connecting time for us since early in our dating.) I thought it was a great idea. We had really good prayer time together, then he went off to do his project. However, he has never went to his room and shut the door to work on something. At one point, he came out to the kitchen and I couldn’t quite decide if he was acting strange or not. I was incredibly curious (and suspicious of a proposal), but my emotions were still a bit raw from the previous evening and decided to not set myself for disappointment.
Finally, we went on the walk… and I did wonder if he was going to ask out under the moonlight… but that ended up being the quickest walk, both in route and pace, that we have ever had. I figured that it was getting late and maybe he was just tired and wasn’t up for a long walk. When we got back to the house, I began getting my things together and he said to me, “I got you another book. Do you have time?” I said, “of course!”
(Let me preface the rest of this story: We enjoy reading books together, and Joel even does a great job adding some voices. Just the week before he had surprised me with the children’s board book, “Guess How Much I Love You.”)
The rest of the story….
I turned toward him and saw this heart-shaped pop-up book titled, “Love Bugs”. We cuddled up on the sofa and Joel began to read to me. It turns out that the 20 minute project he finished earlier in the evening was pasting his own notes to me on each page. As we went through the pages, I was suddenly feeling confused because something clued me into the reality of what was happening. Now remember, I didn’t think a proposal was actually going to happen any time soon so my head and emotions were having hard time catching up. He turned to the last page which had a spread of a dozen pop-up ‘love-bug’ roses. I saw the ring attached to the top rose and quickly looked away because (LOL) I was wasn’t sure that I was suppose to see it… like somehow he didn’t realize that he had left it there. (LOLOL It’s hilarious now, but at the time I was just shocked.) Finally, he folded down the last hand-written note that said, “Will you marry me?” I quickly said, “yes!” He then got up, knelt before me, and put the ring on my finger. About ten minutes later when the shock and confusion wore off, I cried. The wonderful realization that I was marrying my prince had settled in.
It was probably the happiest moment as far as I can remember…my then boyfriend wanted to camp so we took off a few days from work and drove to Padre Island, Texas. We camped out at a beach. I woke up to the ocean waves, birds were singing in the background. I looked over and he was still asleep (that was what I thought at the time). I decided to take a morning walk along the beach. The morning air at the beach was utterly refreshing. There was no one around and time seemed to stand still as I look over the horizon where the sun was rising, just above the horizon. I thought to myself of how fortunate it is to have a life like this – peaceful, calm, serene, waking up in the morning by my beloved.
As my thoughts drifted away to the sky above, I heard my boyfriend calling out :” Hey sweetie….what cha doing?” He then caught up with me shortly after. He asked if I slept ok and how I was doing. I said: “The sleep was great. It feels awesome to be out by the ocean. How’s about you? Did you sleep ok? Did I wake you up?” He quietly responded: “Nah…but hey sweetie, I wrote you a poem last night…” He quickly drew out a note from his pocket and started reading. I was amazed because he has never wrote a poem before to me.
I nearly cried listening to the poem, then he cried when he softly uttered: “Will you marry me?” and kneeled down right besides me….All I did for the first few minutes was crying, and hugging my boyfriend then so tightly like I couldn’t let go of him…I then softly whispered “of course sweetie, of course I would like to marry you!”
My true romantic man ALWAYS plans great surprises. He is very good at getting gifts, and planning wonderful fun filled evenings, so, the night of our one-year dating anniversary, I expected just that, a regular-old fun filled evening with the man I hoped someday in the distant future I would marry. I had asked him a few weeks prior if we were doing something to celebrate, and he said “Maybe I wanted you to think I forgot.” That was enough for me, I knew he’d remembered, and I knew we’d have a great night.
He picked me up, looking dashing, as usual, and swept me off to our regular old fun filled local dinner spot, Baracoa. He was acting normal, so, I had no idea what was coming.
After dinner, we get in the car and start driving. Music is a huge part of our lives, so I figured we might be going to a show, but it was a Monday night, and NOTHING was happening. I’d googled all of the local music venues. The Greek was dark, the Hollywood Bowl was dark, Pantageous dark. Nothing worthwhile was happening at the tiny local places either. Spaceland had nothing good, not even the troubador had anything going on. So, we’re driving along, and all of a sudden I see the EL Rey marquis. FRIENDLY FIRES was playing! OMG! I knew that was my big surprise for our anniversary! We were planning on going the previous December, and were really looking forward to it, but he got mugged that day at gunpoint! (Thank God nothing serious happened that day!)
I was sooooo excited to see Friendly Fires! We parked the car, and he’d been filming our night, as he does regularly. He said, “just stand there, while I get a shot of the sign and you.” So I stood; he got down on one knee, and he fiddled with the camera. I still had no idea what was going on.
I said, “c’mon already! Let’s go inside!” I was really looking forward to seeing the show.
He begins to recite a practiced propsal. “So, I think this is a perfect way to culminate a perfect year. I’d like to know if you’d like to make it permanent.”
Huh?!?!
He pulled out a blue ring pop. “I got you the biggest sapphire I could find. Will you marry me?”
I said, “Is this for real?” He’d proposed, and I STILL didn’t get it!
He said, “Yes, I want you to be my wife. Then he produced a real engagement ring.”
I squealed, and cried, and jumped around, give him the biggest sloppiest kiss ever, and evenually said “YES!”
James made our engagement moment the best ever. He had planned a special date and wouldn’t tell me anything about it. He does this often so I had no clue it was going to be as special as it was. We drove up PCH to Malibu and he found a desolate spot on the beach and out of the trunk came a complete picnic he had packed. We had steak and cured meats, wine, and cheeses all while we layed on the blanket and listened to the waves crashing and the iPod playlist he had made. When it began to get dark, I excused myself for a moment and when I came back, he had layed out candles in the sand with dessert ready. It was so sweet, I was in awe of his romantic side. Then he said that he had made me something and asked me to close my eyes. He placed something plastic in my hand and when I opened my eyes, he was on one knee. The plastic was a flashlight so I could see the ring. It was so amazing. I don’t think he even had a chance to ask me to marry him before I started screaming “yes”!! After we layed in the sand crying and holding each other, we packed up and left. I thought we were going home, but instead we pulled up to the Shangri-La hotel in Santa Monica. I thought maybe we were meeting friends for drinks to celebrate, but when the valet asked how he could help us, James responded “We’ll be checking in”. I was again surprised. He had reserved a suite with a view overlooking the Pacific Ocean and champagne waiting on ice. It was indeed the best night of my life. I love you James!!
I proposed to Andrea on Sunday, 19 April 2009 on a secluded inlet of Tomales Bay. Kayaking has a special meaning to us as one of our first dates was kayaking on Morro Bay. I told Andrea we were kayaking to celebrate “the end of her night classes in Sustainable Design.” We set off a little before noon and explored the bay. As noon approached, we decided to head toward a cove to have lunch. After enjoying our lunch, I presented a card with a picture of a crane and an enclosed poem I had written titled, ”The Dream.” After reading it, Andrea looked up and saw me on one knee. I proposed and we are still not sure if Andrea gave an audible, ”Yes,” because she was too excited to speak. Soon thereafter, a crane flew into the inlet and waded through the water…a very good omen symbolizing longevity and loyalty.
The month we got engaged was a flurry of fun wedding related things, as my best friend was marrying the man she always knew she’d marry. The wedding turned out beautifully and the couple was so happy, and we were so happy for them…but after they left for their honeymoon, I was just crushed that wedding ‘stuff’ was over. Not that there wasn’t anything to do- we had some pretty major life changes going on as well. My (now) fiancée, David, had accepted a job in Norfolk, VA, so we headed up there to find a place for him to live. We’d really only been up there for a 24 hour trip to check the place out, but armed with travel guides and Google research, we were determined to find him a place to live. After a day of checking out the area, things weren’t looking good, so we headed out to the beach to relax. The beach wasn’t quite what we were expecting, with the noise and throngs of people, so we decided the bay ‘beach’ was a better choice. I didn’t think about it at the time, but it was odd that David wanted to walk on the beach…that’s something I like to do but he prefers sitting or playing in the water…in fact, it’s probably the only time he’s ever agreed to walk on the beach. Either way, while we were walking along, talking about the recent changes in our lives, what was going to come and our plans for the future, he stopped, and told me he’d ‘gotten me a treat.’ He pulled out a champagne bottle shaped Limoges box, which was cute, but then he opened it and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Totally shocked, I sat down in the sand and asked him if he was serious. After an immediate yes and several minutes of shocked silence, we began to celebrate. He had wanted to make sure we could look for a place for US to live, a house we could call ours. The first people to congratulate us was a group of older eastern European women, who were decked out in full swimming attire, bathcaps and all. The entire group of families ran up to us and crowded around, congratulating us (in English and some other language) and oohing and ahhing over the ring. And knowing I’d want to track my friend down on her honeymoon to tell her the news, David had already told her before they left. Good thing he didn’t change his mind! The next day, we found somewhere to live in ‘our’ town.
I don’t know how ‘engaging’ the story is, but we’re thrilled! (and engaged!)
I’ve been with my fiancé for nearly seven years. Childhood sweethearts! We made a move to Canada 3 years ago and all is wonderful. We both knew someday we’d end up married but I’m not one of those girls who just had to get engaged and married as soon as I could. We took a vacation this year to San Francisco and Las Vegas. When we got to Las vegas he had a Helicopter Tour of the Grand Canyon planned. We had been to Las Vegas about 5 years ago on a backpacking trip around the world, but when we were there we didn’t have the money to splash out and go see the Grand Canyon. I always regretted this so I assumed that’s why he had planned this as a surprise for me.
So it was both our first time on a helicopter and it was amazing! We both loved it! As we flew over the canyon we then landed on the floor of the canyon for a champagne lunch. I cannot describe it. It was so surreal the whole thing. While the pilots were preparing the lunch we were down and the edge taking pictures and that and when I turned around he was down on his knee. Me being the romantic I am, thought he was being sick from the Helicopter ride or something
. And then out came the ring I couldn’t believe it.. I don’t think I actually even said yes, it’s such a blur!! But I have the ring so I must have said yes!! I didn’t see much more of the canyon on the helicopter trip back.. all I could do was stare at the ring! Definitely a trip I will never forget. I didn’t think he could be so romantic but wow it certainly was!!
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