The Proposal

Wow, where to begin? First of all, thank you for checking out my blog! Its going to be all about the blood, sweat, and tears of planning OUR WEDDING. We just got engaged a couple of days ago, so as you can imagine, we haven't really started any of the actual planning yet. I'm still basking in the glow of this huge thing that's happened. Its funny too, because I knew it was coming. You'd think I'd be ready to get down to business. Of course I didn't know exactly how or when he was going to propose, but I knew it was just around the corner. I mean come on, its me we're talking about.  I have to know everything that's going on, all the time. This is also what makes me an excellent stalker. =)

So I knew as soon as a ring was purchased, I'm just that good. Actually, knowing he had a ring was pretty much torture. From that moment on I was constantly wondering when he was going to pop the all important question. I started wearing make up more often and doing my hair instead of letting it air dry 'just in case'. I know, I'm crazy. But I just wanted to be prepared for this huge occasion! As it would turn out, he proposed on Friday, March 26th 2010 around 8:00 pm. I should add that I thought he was going to ask me the day before and when it didn't happen I figured he would, for sure, do it on our next day off together, which wouldn't be until mid next week. We both get home from work and hug and kiss hello. We pour a couple of cocktails and relax and talk for awhile when he tells me he needs to go get some cigarettes. Ugh. I get annoyed. I hate that cigarettes are disrupting the flow of our Friday night happy hour at home. Plus, I knew he'd want me to go with him and it was kind of cold out. Blah. So I start putting up a fight and coming up with every excuse I could think of to get out of going with him (even some things I can't say here!).  He wears me down by agreeing to let me play only my music for the rest of the night. (we have similair taste in music but he is not at all a fan of GaGa, Ke$ha, or Britney, can u believe it?) So we head off to the gas station and as we are pulling up to the entrance of our neighborhood he mentions that they have the fountain in our lake turned on. And I said that I had noticed and commented on how pretty it was. I do love fountains. Then he slows down and pulls up next to the gazebo in front of the fountain. I look at him and say, "Uh what's going on? Are you going to propose or is this some kind of joke?" He says, "Come on let's go up there and look." My heart is beating very fast at this point because this is completely out of character for him. We have lived by this fountain and lake for over a year and we have never gone to the gazebo to appreciate it. So there we are looking out onto the lake and I notice a picture of a penis that someone has drawn on the gazebo. This is hilarious. John has mentioned before I might have the disorder Jonah Hill had in Super Bad. There is nothing funnier than drawings of penises. Well maybe farts are funnier. Or people falling. Anyway, we talk about the penis drawing for awhile and then go back to admiring the fountain. And then all of a sudden I turn to John and he is going down on his knee! I'm thinking, "Omg is this really happening?" and I may have even said that out loud. He has a little blue ring box in his hand and opens it and very simply says, "Christina Dorothea, will you marry me?"  I'm smiling like crazy, trying to absorb everything little thing about this moment, from the penis drawing to the way he's looking up at me, and I say back to him, "Yes, I will marry you!" He puts the most beautiful ring on my finger and we share our first engaged kiss. We stand there for awhile laughing and hugging and kissing, letting it all sink in. He's also teasing me about how damn hard it was to get me to go with him and how I was, unknowingly, trying my hardest to prevent the proposal. We also laughed about the penis drawing and the fact that he actually did still need to go get cigarettes. Ugh. I'm annoyed again... Ha! Just kidding. He could have asked me to do anything with him at that point and I would have happily gone along.

And there it is. Our proposal story. Not traditionally romantic in the way of hotel rooms or fancy dinners, but it was completely 'us'. It was perfectly imperfect. I hope the rest of our lives are filled with funny, happy moments just like this one.