The deed: proposal of marriage
The day: Sunday August 10, 2008
The time: Somewhere around 6:45
I have finally remembered what was said on this day when girls brains are all a frenzy!
We were sitting on the dock just hanging out when I suggested that we head back home. Nic stopped me and said, "well, there's another reason why I brought you out here today" then he proceeded with the nervous exclamations about how cheesy he felt. Thats about the time when I knew it was coming. I started laughing nervously, the normal reaction for this moment is tears for most girls but anyone that knows me has to know that this reaction is virtually impossible for me. He continued his "proposal speech".
"So, uh, we've been dating for like,
four years know.......oh man I feel so cheesy....and I,uh,
I think it's a good time for this now"
four years know.......oh man I feel so cheesy....and I,uh,
I think it's a good time for this now"
Then he got down on one knee and pulled out the most beautiful, sparkley ring I have ever seen and asked me to marry him. I was too busy with my nervous laughter to speak so I just nodded. He was still holding the ring box out and says "take the ring and I will put it on you" so I did it, later on realizing how risky that move could have been considering we were sitting on a dock with a mucky pond running underneath us. He put it on, concerned that it wasn't going to fit my hand and we did the usual post-engagement hugging and such. Eventually he asked me if I had even looked at the ring and I said no (I know I said it was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen, but I truly hadn't looked at it up to this point). He asked me if it even mattered and I said no, which is the truth. It doesn't matter what the ring looks like, it's the meaning behind it. But it really is a gorgeous, sparkley marquise diamond ring. YAY! So that is my account of the engagement.
Not extravagant but memorable nonetheless. That was the place where we first "connected". Our relationship has had a strange history with shoes. The first time we met, at one of our high school football games, the first thing he said to me was "Hey, I like your shoes". I wore those shoes as long as my mom would let me after that. Anyways, the pond was where I first asked him to tie my shoe because I didn't feel like bending over to tie it myself. Ever since then, I will request the shoe-tying services of him on a regular basis. I know, kinda silly and immature but it is just one of those things I guess.... He took me back to the beginning to ask for a new beginning. WOOHOO!
Not extravagant but memorable nonetheless. That was the place where we first "connected". Our relationship has had a strange history with shoes. The first time we met, at one of our high school football games, the first thing he said to me was "Hey, I like your shoes". I wore those shoes as long as my mom would let me after that. Anyways, the pond was where I first asked him to tie my shoe because I didn't feel like bending over to tie it myself. Ever since then, I will request the shoe-tying services of him on a regular basis. I know, kinda silly and immature but it is just one of those things I guess.... He took me back to the beginning to ask for a new beginning. WOOHOO!
