Today I want to share with you about how my husband proposed. We had been dating for just over a year and personally I was already chomping at the bit to get married. I was very ready! In fact I might have been a little annoying. I remember the day before Bryan proposed I had a dream that he proposed and all my family and friends were there and I remember telling him that dream and him basically telling me something to the extent of “Well, you are just going to have to wait. I’ve got to save up for a ring, I might want to finish school first. Just be patient.” Well, he sure fooled me.
It was a Saturday and after a busy week of school and work we had planned to have a long day just the two of us. We decided to go to a movie and then to a wine and chocolate tasting at Whole Foods. We had an enjoyable time at the movie and an even more enjoyable time at the wine tasting. After trying some chocolate and wine we decided we weren’t quite ready to head back to Bryan’s parents, where we had plans for dinner. Bryan suggested going down to the Kirkland waterfront and walking by the water a little while. I quickly vetoed that since it was cold and raining (it was February in Seattle after all). I suggested we just walk around Whole Foods for a while more, which is what we did.
We got a gelato and wondered through the store looking at various items, talking casually about food and our future. It was the weekend before Valentine’s day so as we walked we snacked on some candy hearts. Bryan had them all in a bag in his pocket and would pick them out and hand them to me. We’d read the little saying on the top and respond by giggling, or smiling or stealing quick kisses. I remember feeling incredible happy and content.
On the way out Bryan bought me a single rose. THEN we were walking to the car and just as we reached the car and he opened the door for me he handed me another candy heart, this one said “Marry Me”. I was NOT amused. I turned and looked at him with a seriously-how-could-you-tease-me-about-that look on my face only to find that he was getting on his knee and pulling out a ring. I am pretty sure I screamed and kissed him. He says I never actually said yes, but I am pretty sure it was somewhere in that scream.
We got in the car and I instantly started calling my parents, and family and friends. I had gotten about half way through the calls, when we got to Bryan’s parents house. Little did I know that most of my family and friends were already inside. I walked in to find my parents and sister and a number of other people who are near and dear to me. Bryan had planned the whole thing. Poor guy had planned on proposing at the waterfront, but when I vetoed that he needed to come up with another plan as the date came to a close he knew he had to ask before we got back to the house so he did it in the parking lot. We laugh now about the fact that we got engaged in the Whole Foods parking lot (and about the fact that Whole Foods was the only place I went when I was in labor and one of the first places I took my son after he was born – I might like that place a little too much).
The party at Bryan’s parents was perfect. It was good food and great people and we all just talked and dreamed about wedding plans the whole time. That night the girls and I stayed in a hotel room together and had some great girl time dreaming about colors and flowers and other wedding things. The next day we all had brunch together back at Bryan’s parents house and there was a lot more wedding discussion. By the end of brunch we’d all agreed that the wedding would be at a villa in Italy.
Well, that’s how we got engaged. I like thinking back on that story – thanks for letting me reminisce.
If you are married, how did you get engaged? I’d love to hear your story.
Rejoicing in the journey -
Bethany Stedman
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Beth Stedman. wife. mommy. daughter. friend. homemaker. sinner. believer. writer. cook. dreamer. artist. yogi. photographer. 
Our first date wasn’t really a date – my roommate had stood my husband up and when he came to the door I was like “I’m not doing anything” (I had a boyfriend so I was just being nice) Well we did one of those dates where everything clicks and we stayed up all night talking and by the end of the night he asked me to marry him. Of course I said no – I was only 19. And so he asked me every day for the next 2 and a half years until I finally felt in my heart I was old enough and that this was the man God wanted me to marry. So, one random night when he threw out the “will you marry me” I said yes. To say he was thrilled is an understatement. We were married 5 months later and have been married almost 22 years.
Beth – I’ve never heard your story before, and I loved it! Thank you for sharing! Here is my story: http://prahalove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html. So much fun to think back to the special day! YAY!
Love to you,
Megan
Your story is VERY similar to mine–I was completely chomping at the bit–even so much to say that we actually had a “fight” that afternoon before he proposed that evening. During the fight, I was such a brat telling him he was dragging his feet, and he was telling me to be patient, he needed money for the ring, etc. all the while he had the ring in his pocket and proposed after dinner that night. Ate my words for sure.
That is so fun. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that fun story. I just remember something about the heart shaped candy. Our stories have some similar spots. I was readt to get married too! Alex flew me off to California for a special date so I knew something was up. He had planned to propose at sunset but we got there too late so he had so switch up his plans too. He kept teasing me all night! He would fiddle with his pocket like there was something in there but then I would feel it and there would be nothing in there. We took a stroll on the beach and he got down on one knee and I got all excited and then all he did was tie his shoe laces! Then we were on the swings and he got down on his knee again but then it was just to pick a sticker that was stuck on my shoe. I started to feel crazy! We were lying ona blanket on the beach when he started talking about how he did want to marry me BUT he didn’t have the money for the ring yet yada yada.. I think I actually started to cry I was so frustrated and then he finally asked! “I said yes I’ll marry you but only if never pull anything like that again!” Which I guess he didn’t hear cause after a minute or two of me hugging him he was like “Is that a yes?” Thanksgiving was the next day so we got to share the news with the whole family. (Except my dad who already knew cause Alex was smart enough to ask him before hand, thank goodness). Alex said he was more nervous about asking my dad than he was me!
Do you still have the candy saved somewhere?
What a sweet story! =-)
I font share mine much– it was kind of more practical. Our son was almost 6 months old and I’d gone back to Phoenix and he was living in a small town in Oklahoma. I’d been delaying everything. One week early in the day my son and I were hit by a drunk driver, flipped twice and landed upside down.
He flew in that night and I said I would marry him. He went back and bought a ring and we got married 3 months later.