When I tell people the story of how my husband proposed I usually get one of two reactions. People either think that it is the greatest proposal story that they’ve ever heard or look at me like they are questioning why I said yes when he proposed that way.
I had always envisioned the day that I got engaged a little differently. I expected that there would be romantic lighting, meaningful gestures, and that I would cry because it was so crazy amazing. I didn’t know exactly how I wanted it to happen, I just knew that I wanted it to be something that was shared just between the two of us. So no friends and family hiding in the bushes, and no public spectacles at a baseball game.
I Was Ready…
Before I meet my husband, I had done very little dating for several years. In fact there was about three years that I didn’t go on a single date. And I was okay with that. In my early twenties I had been in a relationship that brought into question a lot of things, including what I believed about my own self worth and whether I could even trust men. I also came to realize that I didn’t have very strong self esteem when I went into the relationship. As a result, I put up with things that I shouldn’t have and had many of my insecurities played on.
It may be cliche, but I really think that I didn’t meet the guy of my dreams until I was ready to. Those years of focusing on myself, exploring my interests, and building my confidence were what made me ready. I wasn’t going to compromise. I wasn’t going to put up with someone not treating me with respect. I was secure in myself and what I had to offer.
So when I met my husband for the first time in a diner on a cold December day after meeting on eHarmony, I was ready. Ready to share myself and my interests. Ready to recognize that there was something different, something special about this guy. Ready to eventually get vulnerable with him and know that he could be trusted with that.
It Happened Fast…
We met in December 2014, got engaged in August 2015, and married in December 2015. It was a whirlwind, but I don’t regret any of it. It wasn’t too far into our relationship that I knew he was the one.
We had began discussing engagement and rings in July. Initially I thought we would go ring shopping and I would pick a style I liked and then he would pick out the ring based on that. I’m not a big jewelry girl, so I really had no clue what I actually wanted. Until I saw the ring and I fell in love. I knew that he had gone back and ordered the ring, but I had no idea what he had planned for the proposal. Which was difficult, because I don’t like surprises (even though I knew I wanted this to be a surprise).
And Then He Proposed…
In the first weekend of August we drove down to Virginia so my husband could fill in as the tenor in a quartet that he used to sing with. Although singing is not something he does for his day job, it is something he loves. It was incredible to see him in his element performing and sharing his talent.
I went into that weekend feeling like something was different. I had a feeling that he was going to propose. I even thought that maybe he would propose from the stage, but I knew he probably wouldn’t because I had already stated I didn’t want something public. But as we were driving home and the day turned into night I figured it probably wasn’t go to happen.
Then he put a song on the radio as we were driving through rural southern Delaware. It was “I Could Not Ask for More” by Edwin McCain and he sang it to me. After the song was finished, he told me how much he loved me and how he could never ask for anything more, because he was completely happy with me. It sounded like a proposal speech, but no proposal came. He just said he wished he wasn’t driving so he could hug me. I replied, “I wish you could just pull over and propose.”
About a mile up the road, he pulled off into a Holiday Express parking lot as I asked, “What are you doing?” I hadn’t been completely seriously about the pull over thing. He parked, reached over and hugged me as he rooted in the back seat for something. That’s when I knew it was really happening. There sitting in the front seat of his car in a hotel parking lot he asked me to be his forever and I said yes.
Until I realized that he hadn’t gotten down on one knee. So he took the ring off my finger, went around to my side of the car, got down one knee, and proposed again. He was crying, but I was so excited I just starting laughing and jumping up and down.
I did wonder whether I would regret it not happening in an elaborate, planned out way. There may not have been a romantic dinner with flowers and champagne or a scavenger hunt that had been planned out for weeks, but I don’t mind. Even though it was spur of the moment, I still think it was pretty romantic. And now I am married to the man that is perfect for me.