I was looking at The Mr the other day and remembering how it all began. I immediately thought of my engagement. I can remember how fast things were going. We met, in two weeks he moved in, September 11th happened a few days later (bringing us even closer), and then it was Christmas.
We had flown to Virginia to my fathers house, my Grandma and Aunt were there too. to be honest I just knew the ring was coming. I knew he'd ask my Dad for permission and then on Christmas that would be my gift! Best gift ever! Right?
Wrong.
Christmas came and no ring. Now it was only a few months we were together, but I really felt that ring was coming! I was so confused!
On Christmas I had all these meaningful gifts for him, he gave me a silk nightgown. I have to say I was disappointed! I was sad.
We flew back to LA and I was sick, I mean throwing up and insane sick. I swear to you I made myself sick over this whole thing. I was really being ridiculous!
A few days later, at a party on New Years, I had forgotten the whole thing. The ring would come when it came. As I was busy talking an chatting away the Mr came up and brought me an hors d'oeuvres. It was goat cheese on a crostini with a pansy on top (my sorority flower!). I accepted it, but then noticed a funny look on his face.
I looked down and the ring was on top. He asked me to marry him. I said yes.
I was engaged.
Turns out I was right. The Mr was going to propose that night at my Dad's but the ring hadn't arrived! He had no choice but to run out for a last minute gift. I was so thrilled to be engaged I didn't care about the mishap! How about you? What's your engagement story? Perfect? Romantic? Or mishap turned fabulous like mine!!?