However, unbeknownest to me (though I did wonder why he was so dressed up to hang out with his buddies), Ben sat down to lunch with my mom and dad in early March and asked for my hand in marriage. My parents were so touched by his gesture and after some gentle teasing said of course.
Me on the way to dinner the night of the Big Day.
Do I look happy or what? : )
Cut to early morning, March 20th, 2008. Of course, that day I woke up late for work and ran around the house like a madwoman trying to get ready. My hair straightener had broken, so my hair did it's most hideous not-washed look-I'm-a-dead-rat coif, my clothes were wrinkled, and to make matters worse, my mom was running around behind me constantly asking when I was leaving. She was driving me nuts!
But then, loaded down with books and my breakfast, I flung open the door to see Ben, down on one knee on the front porch of the home I grew up in, holding my beautiful ring in one hand. After I picked my jaw up off the floor (and screamed the always eloquent SHUT UP!!! I think) Ben proceeded to say all kinds of nice things to me about how much he loved me, how great our relationship is, and that "Today is the first day of Spring and now the first day of the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?" What commenced was a lot of hugging and kissing and calling in late to work, while my family gathered around to congratulate us. He had even brought a dozen red roses and my favorite Starbucks! You can't have him ladies, he's all mine : )
Sidenote: I must say, to hear Ben tell his side of the story is pretty amusing. Apparently while I was sleeping late and stressing out, he had been up since 5:00 am, nervous and excited, and spent the morning parked down the street in a stranger's driveway calling my mom every two seconds to see if I was leaving yet. He also ended up perched on one knee on our hard wooden porch in the freezing cold for more than half an hour due to my lateness! Too funny.
So that's the story of my proposal. There was no fancy restaurant involved, no hot air balloon or helicopter ride, or any of the other thousand ways I had imagined my proposal to be. It was simply a boy, a porch, and my loved ones (minus my sister...sorry Nic!) but it could not have been more perfect if I had planned it myself. I will never forget the nervous twinge of his voice when he said my name that morning and the way we both couldn't stop grinning at each other when all was said and done. Ben doesn't constantly buy me presents or do grand romantic things, but sometimes the simplicity of what he says and does for me blows my socks off.
Sidenote: I must say, to hear Ben tell his side of the story is pretty amusing. Apparently while I was sleeping late and stressing out, he had been up since 5:00 am, nervous and excited, and spent the morning parked down the street in a stranger's driveway calling my mom every two seconds to see if I was leaving yet. He also ended up perched on one knee on our hard wooden porch in the freezing cold for more than half an hour due to my lateness! Too funny.
So that's the story of my proposal. There was no fancy restaurant involved, no hot air balloon or helicopter ride, or any of the other thousand ways I had imagined my proposal to be. It was simply a boy, a porch, and my loved ones (minus my sister...sorry Nic!) but it could not have been more perfect if I had planned it myself. I will never forget the nervous twinge of his voice when he said my name that morning and the way we both couldn't stop grinning at each other when all was said and done. Ben doesn't constantly buy me presents or do grand romantic things, but sometimes the simplicity of what he says and does for me blows my socks off.
So how about you? Was your proposal a complete surprise? Did he experience pain and discomfort to make your day perfect? Tell me all about it!
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