We had just come home from a night of Pho with our friend Mike. I was joking around with Peter asking, “Do you want it?” not even quite sure what I meant by it. He repeated what I said, “Do you want it?” and the teasing began until we were in a physical wrestle. Out of nowhere he pulls out a box (a box he had hidden behind the tv, which was a smart choice since I never touch it) and laughs and kind of hands it to me. Of course I did not take the box because I was taken back. He pulls out a box within that box and sure enough, there was a ring. He didn’t spare a second and asked me to marry him. At this point, I still thought he was joking because we always mess around about getting married and I laughed and replied that he was just joking. He started to tear and in his baby voice, a voice of laying out his emotions and putting himself out there and asked me again. To which I replied with an ear to ear smile of a yes! Before I could even tell all my family and friends, he had raced to Facebook excitedly to announce to the world, he was going to marry me. (How cute is that?)
In an era of grand gestures, the gesture of a proposal in itself gets lost. With planned out proposals, there is a lot at stake. I won’t lie and say that the hopeless romantic in me didn’t wish for something like it; however, I felt we had the perfect proposal for us. It held its genuine role and kept its element of surprise, even for him. He wasn’t planning to ask me for a few more months, but in his excitement, he couldn’t contain himself. His sincere proposal and custom ring, made just for me, was as grand as any girl could ask for.
Did I mention his birthstone (Sapphire) is embedded in the bottom of my band? There’s my something blue!