It was the Friday night after Valentine’s Day, and we had a date. This was perfect. (I have always thought it cheesy when men proposed on a holiday or birthday. First of all, it would be expected, and second of all, it seems like an excuse to buy only one gift. So the fact that he gave me a diamond heart necklace the week before . . . set me up for a lot of false expectations after we were married . . . I mean, it was incredibly romantic!) He made an excuse to stop by his apartment, and when we walked up, there was a note on the door with my name on it. It was a clue for a scavenger hunt. He had created the cards himself on his computer. They had Mickey and Minnie in a corner with hearts above their heads–so cute! The scavenger hunt was a blast. With every note, I found a rose. When I found the final note, there were six roses making it a full dozen. I turned around to find him on one knee. All I remember hearing is, “Will you marry me?”
I must have just stared because he said, “Well?” I woke up, said, “Yes,” and took the beautiful solitaire that he offered. I looked at my ring. It was beautiful, and it was my size! (I have such small fingers that I had a recurring nightmare that when someone proposed to me they would present me with a mammoth ring that would fall off my finger. So for him to present me with the ring already sized was a dream come true!) I put it on and kissed him. I was so happy; I couldn’t stop smiling. Then he said casually, “Oh, by the way, that’s not your ring.” Time stood still. My face must have gone white in shock. Was this all a joke? What could he possibly mean by saying it wasn’t my ring? My reaction took him by surprise. Realizing what I must be thinking, he was equally speechless, so we stared at each other in mutual horror. Then finding some words he spat out, “No, I mean it is your diamond.”
“What?” I managed to ask, still completely lost.
Finally, he was able to explain that the setting he had ordered didn’t come in time. He had them put my diamond in a solitaire setting so he could have a ring on the day he wanted to propose. Whew, so I really was engaged, and I really did have . . . a diamond if not a ring!
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🙂 You and your husband both sound like you have a definite sense of humor and fun! Lovely story!
how sweet!! I love reading engagement stories!! Such fun – can’t wait to read the rest!
That is so sweet, romantic and thoughtful! I just love reading your stories!
(School is cancelled again because of the snow! Not that I am complaining, I love having all 3 girls home, but we are getting pounded by snow this year!)
You have a beautiful way of sharing these sweet (and funny) stories!
That’s so sweet. Way more romantic than my story.
Renee Ann says
You two are such a cute couple! Love the pics of you when you were dating.
Great story! Now I want to see a picture of the ring 🙂
I’m surprised you made it past “this is not your ring.”
kelli zaniel says
AWWW how sweet! I know I have skinny fingers but big knuckles so rings fit weird on me too! Looking forward to the rest tomorrow!:)
Alessandra@ Tribal Times says
You guys look like such a great couple!! Isn’t it amazing how many things you have gone through with another person looking back to when you just started out as a couple?
How cool that he got a ring that would fit! 🙂
Susan Evans says
How did he know the size of your finger?
shari lynne @ Faith Filled Food For Moms and Grandmothers says
I love that sweet story!
Max Andrade says