For those of you who know Daniel and I personally, you know that us getting married, was never a question of if…it was always a question of when. Although there were plenty of opportunities Daniel could have taken advantage of to propose, anywhere in Paris for one, the way he finally did propose was perfect. I probably have told this story a hundred times to friends and family I have seen since we got engaged but there have been plenty of other people I haven’t had a chance to see and tell the story to yet. And because this blog is somewhat a documentation of our lives and home, it seemed fitting that this would be the medium to tell that story. Also, please note my ugly crying photos for your entertainment (scroll to the bottom for the ugliest ones).
When Daniel and I had the conversation about our timeframe we determined 2016 would be our year. I also made a comment along the lines of “knowing my luck it will be December 31st at 11:59 pm.” I would have never said anything had I known that this would be the running joke for Daniel anytime I tried to remind him that 2016 was coming to a close and I had a strict no vacations (would have made the exception for Paris, duh), no holiday engagement rule.
Needless to say, when he did finally propose I was not expecting it, even though I had a pretty good idea he had the ring. There were even so many red flags that in retrospect I should have known it was coming but I was not paying attention to the details.
Our engagement story starts back in June when after another month passed with no ring, I was getting frustrated. In the past I had told Daniel that when the time comes he needed to go to E Berk. It is a husband and wife owned jewelry store, the don’t advertise (read: better prices), and its just all around a more personal experience. For a while, I told Daniel that he and I should go look at rings together, I would pick three options and then ultimately he could surprise me. By doing so I promised it would get me off his back for a while, but being the traditional guy he is, he wanted none of my help. And being the control freak I was, I could not sit back any longer. So I took it upon myself to stop in one day and just examine my options. I met with Robin, told her what I like, what I don’t like, estimated my budget, had my finger sized and left with the reassurance I was going to love my ring. One minor detail…I never got around to telling Daniel I went and did this. I mean, I had every intention of doing so, but the timing never felt right! So I didn’t.
I had kind of forgotten about it all, until we were out celebrating our anniversary. A few days prior I returned from a spontaneous trip to Paris, (literally booked my ticket Monday, left Wednesday) causing me to miss our actual anniversary. And as much as Daniel gave me a hard time for not being home the day of, he had a bigger bone to pick with me at dinner that night. I can’t recall what exactly brought up the subject, but at one point Daniel turned to me and said, “you’re the worst.” Now, some of you may get offended if your significant other would say this to you, however this is nothing new for Daniel and I. You’re the worst has turned into somewhat a term of endearment or replacement for I love you for the two of us, so when he said it I wasn’t taken aback, in fact I laughed. I asked, “what did I do now?” To which he responded, “I know you went ring shopping.” Busted. But honestly, I didn’t feel bad. I thought it was funny and laughed again.
He proceeded to tell me about how he stopped in at the jeweler’s one day with a stack full of the photos accumulated over the course of 2 years worth of text messages. After talking to Daniel for about 20 minutes about my likes, dislikes and and wants, Robin stopped Daniel abruptly and said “I know who you are, you’re Daniel.” To which he responded, “yes I am,” confused because at this point they had not exchanged names. She pulled out the file she created with me when I was there. As he was telling me this story, all I could do was laugh. To be honest, I wasn’t really sorry. Because in the end, he said he wasn’t all that surprised, he was just embarrassed. And in my defense, at least he knew what he was getting into before the ring was on my finger. Even after this he still proposed. I let my crazy flag fly, and he loves it! However, the proposal didn’t actually happen that night. But I knew he either had the ring or was about to pick it up.
Armed with this knowledge, I went ahead and scheduled a tour of the reception venue we had both agreed we liked when that time came for the next week. Cart before the horse a little, but he didn’t stop me. So my mom and I went to take a look with Daniel’s permission, and loved it! One problem, there was still no ring on my finger and my dad would not put down the deposit without it. While discussing the tour with my dad he reported Daniel still had not asked his permission. I was frustrated knowing that Daniel likely had the ring, but was dragging his feet. Little did I know, Daniel had called my dad that morning to schedule a time for them to grab drinks the following week, but my father has an incredible poker face so I had no idea. I even gave Daniel a really hard time that night for not asking my dad’s permission yet and he just shrugged his shoulders.
The following week, I kept myself busy. Tuesday night I grabbed dinner with a friend and Wednesday night I went to Book of Mormon with another friend while it was in town. At one point Daniel had asked if I ever wanted to hang out with him, to which I responded, “no ring on your finger you must not linger.” Because of my absence throughout the week, Daniel suggested we go out to dinner Thursday night. I didn’t understand why he was so insistent on doing so being that Friday, we were planning on driving five and a half hours to Iowa, so we could spend time together then, but reluctantly I agreed to going out to dinner. His persistence should have been a red flag but I missed it.
We ended up going to dinner at a restaurant just a few blocks from our house we go to quite often, nothing out of the ordinary there. At dinner he informed me that although he had gone ring shopping, it wasn’t going to happen soon. That he wanted to wait until his next bonus check (expected to arriver December 1st) to buy it, so that he could get me the ring I wanted. Good thing because according to him it still gave him plenty of time until December 31st at 11:59 pm. I was slightly disappointed, even offered to change my expectations a bit to accommodate a sooner proposal. Little did I know he was sitting on the ring the whole time!
After dinner, we walked home. While walking up our driveway to the back door, I noticed the café lights under our grapevines were on, which was strange because I know we didn’t leave them on when we left. It took me a couple seconds to realize what was happening, but when Daniel walked me over underneath the grapevines it finally clicked what was going on. Instantly, I started ugly crying. A LOT. So much so, that Daniel said he was distracted and cut his proposal short. I wish I could say I remembered what he said in that moment, something about how I know what they say on The Bachelor and how this won’t be as sappy as that, but that he loves me and asked me to marry him.
Of course I said yes! Afterwards, Daniel surprised me by organizing some of our friends and my family to celebrate with us at Camp Bar. I was still in shock, but was so glad I was able to see so many people who mean so much to us the night of our engagement. It made things extra special!
Although, I will continue to say Daniel was the man of missed opportunities when it came to proposing, it could not have been any more perfect. Honestly, it was way better than I could have planned myself. It meant so much more for him to propose in the backyard of the home we had spent the last two and a half years making our own. Who needs the grand gesture when love and life is more about the everyday? The little moments are usually the ones that add up to a spectacular life. I’m so glad I get to spend mine with Daniel.
Congratulations for making it all the way to the end of this SERIOUSLY long post. And for that, you get the ugliest of all the ugly crying photos. The moment I realized my cousin’s wife ( a photographer, and the designated family photographer) was taking photos of the whole thing.
Thanks for reading! XO,
Special mentions go to our neighbors Emily and Adam who turned the lights on, Jordan who snapped photos of the moment, and Maria who contacted a lot of our friends. I know we have told you all this, but again, from the bottom of our hearts, THANK YOU!