Proposal

As some or all of you know, I've been on a weight loss journey lately. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. As a result, my rings aren't staying where they're supposed to... some fall off randomly and all but one falls off when my hands get wet. I know I'm going to have to get them sized soon, but I don't want to get them sized too many times. I also don't want to be without my wedding rings (mushy, I know). Every time I mess with those rings though, I think about how Brian proposed. I know everyone is partial to their own proposal story when it happens, but I can darn near guarantee that no one has had a proposal like I did...






Brian had gotten a call from the Kay Jewelers associate that we had talked to a couple of times around September/ October 2009 and invited him to their one day a year mega sale on solitaire diamonds. He had to work on that day, but he called me and told me to "go look and see if there is anything I like". (What guy tells a girl to do that and NOT expect her to find something??) When I got there, she was waiting on me with a ring on her finger. I had told her not too long before that what kind of diamond I liked and had tried a few on so she grabbed one she thought I would like and since she wasn't allowed to put it to the side because of the sale, she put it on her finger so no one would notice. Everything about it was perfect except it was in a white gold setting and I wanted a yellow gold setting. Of course I loved it, especially when she told me they could take the diamond and put it in a yellow gold setting. I told her I would get Brian to come down and look at it after he got off of work and I went home to wait on him.

It seemed like it took forever for him to get home, but he eventually did and we headed back to the mall. We got to the store and she showed him the ring... I even put it on. I didn't leave the store with it. Brian wanted to think about it. His way of thinking about it was walking up and down the length of the mall... so we did. A couple of times. I decided that if he was taking that long then he wasn't going to do it. I told the boys to come with me and we started walking back to the car. But Brian wasn't walking with us... he had started walking back to the store, so the boys and I followed. The terms of the purchase were that I didn't get it right then, I couldn't see it after it was put in a gold setting, and that I wouldn't know when I was going to get it. Agreed!


Fast forward a couple months to Thanksgiving 2009. We had eaten a nice breakfast with the kids before they left for a few hours to go with their mother and started cooking - My parents and two brothers were coming over for an early dinner. Before everyone got here, I went into the master bathroom and found Brian changing into dress pants and a dress shirt. I asked him why he was getting changed and he told me that since it was a holiday and my family was coming over, he wanted to look nice. That should have been clue number one. But he does tend to dress up from time to time (like on our first date... he dressed up more than I did!), so I didn't think anything of it. I told him that no one else would be dressed up and would most likely be in sweats so that they weren't so miserable after eating so much. So after some persuading, he finally agreed to it. Everyone got here and it was a mad house. Mom had brought her camera out and was taking pictures. That should have been clue number two, but she ALWAYS carried her camera so I, again, didn't think anything of it.


After we ate, I was trying to get the kitchen at least partially cleaned while everyone else was in the living room talking until one of my brothers came in the kitchen and told me the toilet paper in the bathroom was out. I started walking to the master bathroom to get him some more, but I got distracted. As I came into the living room and was walking in front of the couch, Brian suddenly came off the corner of the couch and...


TACKLED ME!!!


I ended up on the floor with the middle of my spine landing right on top of his hand which was clenched into a fist sending my back into immediate pain. So I did what anyone would do... I rolled over onto my side facing away from him, put my hand on my back, and began asking him what the hell was wrong with him! I sat up and prepared to get up to go get the toilet paper, turned to him to give him a glare, and there he was... already sitting up with the box in his hand. Before I realized what was going on, he opened up the box and simply said, "Will you marry me?" It took everything I had to choke out a yes. But the icing on the cake was when we looked outside and it had started to snow :)



It was absolutely perfect <3