It isn't over the top, doesn't include a flash mob, and has nothing to do with a scavenger hunt, but it is a sweet one, and a simple one, and it perfectly fits us.
It was December 5, 2015. We drove to my hometown that morning to take family photos with my parents and then have lunch with them afterwards. When we got home, we were exhausted and decided that we weren't in the mood for cooking, so we planned on pizza for dinner. After dinner, we put up our Christmas tree. He fit the branches into the plastic middle of the tree and decorated the tree with lights and garland. I was, however, in charge of ornament duty. When it was done, we turned on the lights of the tree and turned the room light off. (I wanted to have a good photo!) While I was snapping away, he stepped out of the room, but returned shortly.
"Look, honey, it's our tree! It's so pretty!" I said, stepping in for a closer shot.
"Eh, it's alright," he countered. "It's a little drab."
"What?" I asked, confused, still focusing on the tree. (It was a pretty simple tree: white lights, white garland, frosted glass ornaments -- nothing too over the top and nothing too colorful. Some might call it drab, for sure, but I know his sensibilities about such things and I knew that he did not actually think that at all.)
We were standing side by side, and he had his arm around me. "It could use some sparkle," he said, and opened the ring box over my shoulder. I turned around and he pulled out tissues. "So, what do you think -- you wanna try the marriage thing for the rest of our lives?" I started laughing -- he asked me out in a similar fashion in 2006.
Of course I said yes. He put the ring on my finger (mumbling "please fit, please fit, please fit" to himself the whole time) and we sat down on the loveseat together.
Then the phone calls began.
Then the plans began.
...and here we are. :)
It was December 5, 2015. We drove to my hometown that morning to take family photos with my parents and then have lunch with them afterwards. When we got home, we were exhausted and decided that we weren't in the mood for cooking, so we planned on pizza for dinner. After dinner, we put up our Christmas tree. He fit the branches into the plastic middle of the tree and decorated the tree with lights and garland. I was, however, in charge of ornament duty. When it was done, we turned on the lights of the tree and turned the room light off. (I wanted to have a good photo!) While I was snapping away, he stepped out of the room, but returned shortly.
"Look, honey, it's our tree! It's so pretty!" I said, stepping in for a closer shot.
"Eh, it's alright," he countered. "It's a little drab."
"What?" I asked, confused, still focusing on the tree. (It was a pretty simple tree: white lights, white garland, frosted glass ornaments -- nothing too over the top and nothing too colorful. Some might call it drab, for sure, but I know his sensibilities about such things and I knew that he did not actually think that at all.)
We were standing side by side, and he had his arm around me. "It could use some sparkle," he said, and opened the ring box over my shoulder. I turned around and he pulled out tissues. "So, what do you think -- you wanna try the marriage thing for the rest of our lives?" I started laughing -- he asked me out in a similar fashion in 2006.
Of course I said yes. He put the ring on my finger (mumbling "please fit, please fit, please fit" to himself the whole time) and we sat down on the loveseat together.
Then the phone calls began.
Then the plans began.
...and here we are. :)
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