The Proposal (her side)

It was a Tuesday evening, January 18th to be precise. Tim and I had been informally discussing ideal wedding things for a while but for some reason lately we had been discussing it more. That day at work I saw a bunch of copies of NE Wedding Day magazine in the admin hall, I gather because we are listed in there as a wedding vendor, so I grabbed one. That night when I got home I proudly showed Tim my score only to met with a groan. I had thought that I had finally crossed a line with the pretend wedding planning and he apologized for his horrible reaction. The night continued on and after dinner he turned to me and said you know that secret project I’ve been working on, well it’s done and I was going to wait until our anniversary next week but I’m having a hard time waiting. I stupidly told him, he should wait since he planned to do it next week. I knew he was working on something and figured it was for our anniversary but wasn’t sure what it was.

So we went back to watching TV. Now I love chocolate but shouldn’t eat a lot of it and to help with portion control, I have Tim hide the chocolate in his room and when I want some I ask him for a piece and only a piece. Well he’s not that great at hiding things and I know where his stashes are (I know defeats the purpose of the plan) so I decided I wanted a piece and started heading back to his room letting him know that I was going for chocolate and asked if he wanted one. All of a sudden he freaks out and was like “No, don’t go in there!” which surprised me. So I asked him to get me chocolate and sat on the couch.

A few minutes later he appears with chocolate and more. He hands me a photobook and explains that this is the secret project he had been working on. So we sit down, I eat chocolate and start flipping through the book (I’ll let him share the link) . It’s filled with photographs going all the way back to our college time and all our trips and moments in between. Then I get to the last page and it says “Will you marry me?” with a picture of a ring. I turn to look at him and see he has the ring right there. Being taken completely for surprise, I then proceed to call him a punk multiple times and eventually he asks if that means yes, which of course it does. There is crying of course because it’s me and more calling him a punk. At least then I could understand his reaction to the magazine ;) We then proceeded to call family and friends who for the most part weren’t all that surprised. And so the next chapter begins . . .