It makes sense she didn't know it, she wasn't yet in the Seaman family then. And, to be honest, though it's romantic to us, I've told it here, it's not something we gleefully shared with his family, and mine wasn't as into the cuteness of it as my friends seem to have been.
Truth be told, I don't know her proposal story, either. (Just realized this!)
Anyway...technically, though he said he wouldn't, he DID ask me a fourth time. And looking at this picture, I can tell you I should have said yes in the restaurant, I was dressed better...(see, you just have to go back and read our story!)
Aubree's facebook comment of last week has propelled me to ask this week's question:
How did your husband/fiancee propose?
What's your story?
Was it a romantic popping of the question?
Did you both just decide?
I can't wait to read your comments!
17 Shared Thoughts:
Mike asked me before dinner in the John Hancock building. It was a beautiful view, first time I was there. We had already been planning on getting married, in fact the reason we were visiting Chicago was to look for houses. (I was living in PA and he was in CT at the time) What a crazy time that was! Anyway, I remember he looked really nervous when he asked & I was thinking...finally! :) Does that count as romantic?
Phil asked me to marry me in the driveway of my childhood home just as we were leaving for our date. He was worried about losing the ring. That's OK because I had that ring on my finger a lot sooner than if he had done something cheezy.
I went back and read your story and it was so great and sweet and a truly special story!
Ok, since you asked: Hubs asked, I said yes then told my mom and she did not like him which scared him and he took it back. Ha! There, now don't you wish you hadn't asked? Haha!
But obviously we worked it out and just celebrate dour 34th year of marriage!
We both started talking about marriage within a couple of weeks of starting to date (we'd known each other a few months longer than that,at least). We both just...KNEW. After we'd been going out about a month he picked me up one night and was all nervous and handed me a ring. He actually apologized that it wasn't bigger. We went to the auction my parents were at to tell them. LOL
It wasn't particularly romantic, but in his defense it's a wonder he even wanted to try again. He'd been engaged to a real witch before me. He gave her a ring and she took it and exchanged it for something bigger that he was still stuck paying for when he gave me my ring.
E proposed on Valentine's Day at Lupita's. They were serving a special Like Water for Chocolate Menu. He pulled a ring out of his jacket and said the question as casually as "pass the bread". We had been dating 5 years and it was a surprise.
Of course, I said yes and 6 wks later we were married in his home home country. The wedding ceremony was completely planned by his extended family. We have 2 anniversaries too. One for the traditional ceremony and one for the registrar's office.
J asked me one morning before we went to church. I was blabbing something about getting married (we had been dating for almost 5 years) and he said, "Shouldn't we be engaged first?" and I merely rolled my eyes and said, "Like that's gonna happen." He told me to open a drawer which I refused to do. He opened it, asked me, I was increduluous and kept saying, "Are you sure? Is this how you wanted it? We can do it another way!" I just didn't want my whining and sarcasm to ruin it for him. I think he was just too excited to have the ring in the house much longer. (He picked it up the night before.) So, I finally said yes and we were married 7 months later.
I'm loving these stories, so glad I asked!
Ours was not romantic at all. We both knew we wanted to get married and an opportunity arose for us to elope on the beach so we took it! We knew that we had all the right traits in each other to have a beautiful lasting marriage, so we took a leap of faith and made the decision to marry without really an engagement.
We were really young (my hubby to be was only 20 and I was 22). We had known each other for a few years (his brother had married my twin sister a year or so earlier) but truly were just friends. Finally we both realized that we belonged together as "boyfriend and girlfriend" and started officially dating. One month later we went out to dinner and as usual, in the car to the restaurant I asked him how he was and how his day went and he said that he felt like a million bucks. At the dinner table he asked me if I had seen the jewelry ad for McDades. I said yes I had, and he whipped out a ring from his pocket and just set it on the table. At that moment the waitress came by and swept the table stuff over to the side to put our food on the table. You can imagine his rush to find the ring! Of course I said yes, we took our dinner "to go" and went to visit friends with the news. We are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary this July. - When you know, you know!
I love that I'm writing right after my mom! (Swoon. I love her story!). Ryan actually came down a few weeks prior to proposing and asked for their blessing (I was out of town, the sneaky-sneak!).
He and I were semi-long distance at the time, so I went to visit him for a weekend, and the friday I got there, he and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite little spots. Afterwards, he suggested we go for a walk, so he drove us to a park on the shore of Lake Michigan. We started walking, and suddenly, the sidewalk was lit with hundreds of tiny tea light candles. I actually said, 'Oh! Look at the candles! It must be some park district thing!" (Oh yeah. I actually said that!). But then I noticed two things: Ryan's hand began to shake in mine, and the candles cut across the sidewalk and lead us intentionally to a little alcove. That was when my heart pounded and I began to ugly cry. :) The candles ended in a little spot that had big pillar candles and a couple of bouquets of pink roses (my favorite) in vases. He asked me to marry him and I said yes! He had some mutual friends of ours at the park setting it up while we were at dinner, the sneaky sneak!
Looking forward to going back to read...
Ugh... I found the paperwork on my ring before the proposal, and in a fit of anger over his carelessness - I told him.
Needless to say, I rained all over his carefully planned Magic Kingdom proposal.
Instead, two nights before our trip, he started pacing & saying things like:
"You know I love you right?!"
"You know I'm spending the rest of my life taking care of you, right!?!"
Finally, I told him to sit down before he wore a hole in my rug & he pulled out the ring & asked me to be his wife.
I haven't forgotten you.
Back in the day {like 23 years ago} there wasn't all this pressure {or blogs, or facebook, or pinterest} when it came time to propose. Seems like guys wanted to pop the question and they did… no big fanfare.
The Mr. is lucky I said yes, really.
He invited me to dinner, which wasn't that unexpected b/c both of our birthdays are a week apart, just before Christmas. He chose this really nice restaurant, which still wasn't a red flag, because it was for both birthdays. We had this little room to ourselves, just off the main dining room. We made it through the whole meal, and he had some gifts for me {we had already done gifts for him, since his is earlier than mine}. He bought be a pretty dress, and then gave me the second box, about the size of the small, square kleenex boxes. Inside was a jack-in-the-box. Still, no clue.
I gave him this weird look… because I am NOT a fan of clowns. Serious creep factor, but I didn't say oh, I hate clowns. It was just weird enough that I kept going with it. Turned the crank, POP {scared the crap out of me, too… just like in Elf!} and there is this creepy clown. I looked at him with this "huh?" look, and then back at the clown. There, sewed to his collar was a diamond and sapphire engagement ring.
There was absolutely no significance to the jack-in-the-box other than he couldn't think of a more clever way to POP the question. Silly, but then that's the Mr. But given my aversion to clowns, he's seriously lucky I said yes.
i did go back and read your proposal story ... what a GREAT one it was! i just bet the kids were thrilled!
We were going to a play at the YB, with dinner at a Mexican place planned for beforehand. Instead of making the turn to go the route to the restaurant, D turned the other direction. I asked "aren't we going to the restaurant?" and he said "yes, but I want to make a stop first." And as we got close to Naperville Cemetary, I realized we were going to stop to say a prayer at dad's gravesite. We got out of the car and walked to the headstone and there were about 2 doz red roses strewn around. I commented that was so nice that someone had come by to visit dad ,,, "it was probably J&P" I commented. D got iPOD out and started the song I had chosed to play at dad's funeral. (D is so sensitive so it did not seem at all strange) As I wiped my eyes, D took a small box out of his pocket and told dad how much he loved me and said he'd like to ask me to marry him, and then he did. Yes, he 'asked' dad's permission for my hand. Turns out the flowers were from J, as Dave had asked him to set it up that way, so J knew! And prior to that evening, D had actually talked to J, asking him as the head of our family for my hand! :) We then went on the Catch 35 for dinner and I asked "what about the Mexican restaurant?" to which he answered "I changed my mind ,,, this deserves something special" and we sat down to more flowers and a bottle of champagne on ice ,,, it had already been planned! :) And we went on to the play (some sort of romantic comedy as I recall)and shared the news with friends and family there! That was 4 yrs ago this week actually! Thanks for asking! (I love telling folks we got engaged in a cemetary ,,, the perplexed looks are priceless ,,, and then I tell the story!) D
Sorry this has taken me so long!
I loved my proposal, mostly because I had absolutely no idea it was coming. Justin proposed on my family's annual sleigh ride in the north woods of WI. We were both in snow gear, my family was all there watching, and my parents had brought sparkling wine to celebrate.
Justin had talked to my parents a month before and made them swear to keep it a secret. I have a weird habit of finding things out without trying. Unbeknownest to him, my mom had told most of Batavia, so it's a wonder I never found out.
We had talked about marriage for a long time, but us being super practical, I had assumed we wouldn't talk about engagement until the next year. That's why it was such a great surprise..lol
I thought I shared this before... but I guess it's fun to tell!
Tony and I had been friends for years before we started dating. There was always a bit of a "they'd be good together" whisper among mutual friends of ours but we went through plenty She-likes-him-but-he's-not-interested and He-likes-her-but-she's-with-someone-else variations before he eventually asked me to be his girlfriend.
We started dating over the summer and the following April we went to visit our friends in Wisconsin for Easter weekend. We went on a double date for lunch at a fancy restaurant on Good Friday and then the gals went shopping and the guys went home. I returned to our friend's house to find that the guys had planned an Easter egg hunt - hiding little plastic candy filled eggs all about the house. What I didn't know, was that there was only one purple egg in the lot and everyone made sure it ended up in my basket. The idea to open the eggs and snack on some candy turned into a lovely surprise as I opened the purple egg and an engagement ring popped out! (My ring is an heirloom from my mother's grandmother - Tony had stopped by my parents' house and asked their blessing, and my mom gave him the ring to give to me.)
The less glamorous side of the story is that the Easter egg I opened just before the purple one was filled with Reese's Pieces - one of my favorite candies - so my answer to Tony's romantic proposal was somewhat hampered by my mouthful of candy!
Our was a whirlwind courtship (dating in July, engaged in April, married in December) but we knew each other so well after five years of friendship that it was hardly a stretch to know we wanted to get married. I can't always remember the exact date we got engaged (April 13th, I think?) but we've taken to celebrating on Good Friday each year which sort of adds another reason for reflection and praise on Easter weekend.
I know lots of people call their spouse their best friend, but even though we've only been married seven years, Tony's known me for twice that long and every year is filled with even more adventures and surprises.
(P.S. Anything I can do to convince you to remove word verification on your comments? It's a HUGE hassle to post here from my mobile and even on my computer the words are sometimes crazy-hard to read. Is that an "m" or "rn"? Grrr...)
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