As I sit here listening to my toddler throwing the mother of all fits in her crib (don’t ask), I’m feeling all warm and squishy.  There has been this pink, puffy cloud moving around the blogosphere for the past week.  A guy had the idea to propose via blog.  And lots of people are sharing their proposal stories and waxing nostalgic and all of that crap.  (The girl said yes by the way.)

And seeing as I have nothing to blog about today am a romantic, I thought I would join in.

Steve’s proposal was, much like the rest of our relationship, a little unorthodox.  We fell hard and fast but we had both just gotten out of short lived and unhappy marriages.  We agreed we would take things slow in terms of commitment.  We definitely were going to live together for at least a year before we decided to get married.

Christmas night around 1am (I guess that means it was technically the day after Christmas), we were sitting on the couch in his apartment.  We had just spent a lovely day with his family.  We had opened gifts, drank a good bit of wine, play some cut throat wholesome family games.  It was our first holiday together (did I mention we had been dating for 4 months at this point?) and we were feeling all warm and fuzzy because of the wine it was such a lovely day.  I was saying how much I enjoyed his family when he said “I have 1 more thing for you.”  He disappeared into the other room and came back.  He handed me a small box and said “I was going to wait until February but I just can’t wait anymore.”  I opened the box to find a gorgeous tazanite engagement ring (much prettier when it has been cleaned in the preceeding 12 months).  He told me about the ring  and said again that he was going to wait but just couldn’t see any reason to because he was sure.  He started to put the ring on my finger and I told him he had to actually ask the question.  He gave me his confused, purposely obtuse look.  I told him I wanted an actual proposal.  So he asked and I said yes.

We did manage to wait another 10 months before we tied the knot.  Deciding on our wedding date was another romantic interlude for us.  We were driving to Eat N Park for breakfast one Sunday morning in early September.  We had been talking about a destination wedding but instead decided to buy a house.  We started talking about getting married.  Steve said “Let’s do it next week at the park.”  I told him we probably needed to plan it out a little better than that.  After breakfast we drove to North Park and found a somewhat secluded picnic shelter with a pretty view.  We reserved it for October 9th because it was free that day.

Certainly not the most romantic story out there but our daily lives are filled with love and romance.