I knew he was going to propose to me soon, since we initially planned a trip that June specifically to get engaged. I had my beautiful ring picked out and purchased. I even convinced him to let me wear it around the house a couple of times. Romantic, I know. His well being was much more important than any vacation though, even if it did mean I'd get a shiny diamond ring. Our engagement had to be postponed. I'll admit I was a bit disappointed at the turn of events. Still, my concern was with him.
May 24th, 2010 we had just left the doctors office where Matt, his mom and I discussed the specifics of his surgery with the doctor. The three of us decided to stop for lunch afterwards. After we ate, I asked Matt's mom if I could borrow some paint and supplies for a mirror I wanted to do a project on. She dropped us off at home and promised to return with everything I needed. She was taking an awfully long time, especially since she lives only two blocks from us. Matt was on the phone a lot and kept leaving the room. I followed him around the house like a little puppy dog, curious as to why he was being so secretive. I never caught a word of what he was saying but he did hang up the phone with his mom once and I asked what she called for. He just said, "Oh, you know, she wants to know if this is a good time to come over." I was befuddled since she was suppose to be coming over.
Not long after that and she was back at the house with a bag of everything I asked for. I saw she had a bouquet of roses in her hands. I thought that was really nice of her to bring Matt flowers since he was going through so much. I started my way up the stairs when Matt called my name. I came back down and he was holding the flowers. It still never clicked. Then he got down on one knee in our living room with his mama there and asked if I'd marry him. Considering I picked out my ring and had the engagement planned, it seemed like a crazy question. I was ecstatic though. Of course we all know what my answer was.
After some tears and hugs he explained to me that he told his mom at lunch that he wanted to propose that day. He asked her to get some flowers for me and when she called she was asking if she should get some champagne as well. He was also on the phone calling a couple friends to tell them he was going to do it. I felt bad that followed him around trying to hear his conversations.
I was never dreaming of a fairy tale proposal with all the theatrics. Which is good, because I think we have one of the least romantic stories I've ever heard. It's our story though and it suits us.
To this day I am so thankful he's doing well and the medical ordeal is over.
|No, the ring wasn't there when he proposed. I put it in for the photo.|