Welp, as of last night, I'm engaged to my beautiful SWMBO. I caught her by surprise, which makes sense since it kinda caught ME by surprise!
There I was, getting home from work before her (she usually gets home before me but she had a job interview for holiday work), and I thought to myself, "hey, try on your new suit and make sure it fits properly." It fits. But once I had it on, I thought, "she's going to be here any minute and would have NO idea if was coming if I proposed tonight!" I didn't intend on proposing for another month or two...
So I run to the basement and get the ring out of the safe, quickly brush my teeth, fix my messy hair, comb my beard, feed the dog and figure she'll be home any minute.
After NINETY minutes of standing at the window watching for her headlights, I see her pull in the driveway and I, for some unknown reason, ran as fast as I could to the living room...as if she could somehow park her car in the garage and walk into the house faster than I could walk to the living room, HA!
I lit the gas fireplace and just stood there (grinning like a damn fool) waiting for her to walk in. She was surprised, but knew exactly what was going on as soon as she walked in. It took me a minute to get my act together and actually kneel down, and once I did I said, "you'd think I would have thought of something to say..." Not being one for much sappy poetic crap, I went with the classic 'will you marry me' phrase.
All in all, she said it was perfect and romantic, and we had some great laughs over my story of frantically cleaning the house and getting dressed up just to wait at a window in the dark for an hour and a half...nervous as hell! Yes, I had already asked her dad for permission to marry his daughter, even though I'm 31 and she's 26 (I still do some things traditionally).
Looks like it's time to formulate a recipe for a special wedding ale!
There I was, getting home from work before her (she usually gets home before me but she had a job interview for holiday work), and I thought to myself, "hey, try on your new suit and make sure it fits properly." It fits. But once I had it on, I thought, "she's going to be here any minute and would have NO idea if was coming if I proposed tonight!" I didn't intend on proposing for another month or two...
So I run to the basement and get the ring out of the safe, quickly brush my teeth, fix my messy hair, comb my beard, feed the dog and figure she'll be home any minute.
After NINETY minutes of standing at the window watching for her headlights, I see her pull in the driveway and I, for some unknown reason, ran as fast as I could to the living room...as if she could somehow park her car in the garage and walk into the house faster than I could walk to the living room, HA!
I lit the gas fireplace and just stood there (grinning like a damn fool) waiting for her to walk in. She was surprised, but knew exactly what was going on as soon as she walked in. It took me a minute to get my act together and actually kneel down, and once I did I said, "you'd think I would have thought of something to say..." Not being one for much sappy poetic crap, I went with the classic 'will you marry me' phrase.
All in all, she said it was perfect and romantic, and we had some great laughs over my story of frantically cleaning the house and getting dressed up just to wait at a window in the dark for an hour and a half...nervous as hell! Yes, I had already asked her dad for permission to marry his daughter, even though I'm 31 and she's 26 (I still do some things traditionally).
Looks like it's time to formulate a recipe for a special wedding ale!