The Proposal
Alaska…no, not that proposal!
The proposal involving this!
K…maybe there weren’t oranges involved, but there was sushi!
After Mr.D and I had picked out the ring it had to take a trip to New York to be sized. We were told it would be back the following Friday. As luck (bad luck?) would have it I was home from work the Friday it was due and I was ultra excited. Mr.D drove off to Tiffany & Co to pick it up and while he was gone I attempted to take a nap. I had just severely sprained my ankle and had been given pain medication for the first few days. Despite being drugged up, I couldn’t sleep at all!
When he FINALLY got home (okay…maybe it was only 45 minutes) I asked to see it. Mr.D had a huge smile on his face that he was (poorly) attempting to control and calmly tried to tell me that the store had made a mistake and the ring had missed the shipment to Florida. You should probably know that Mr.D is a terrible liar. He smiles and laughs and I hope I never have to depend on him to bluff our way out of a sticky situation.
I looked him straight in the eye and said “Tiffany’s wouldn’t do that, I bet you hid it somewhere I can’t reach”. Which, in our Miami house was practically everywhere. There were tons of high shelves and cabinets I probably couldn’t even reach with a ladder. He kept laughing and smiling though, so I just kept telling him what a liar he was. He dared me to call Tiffany’s and I was thisclose to doing it, but worried the store would think I was crazy.
All Friday, Saturday and Sunday he kept his ruse up and I kept telling him he was a liar; he actually almost had me by Sunday evening. I figured if he hadn’t proposed by then, then the ring probably was coming in on Monday… We had a great day on Sunday going to the beach and hitting up a movie and sushi. I had emailed the photo of the ring to my best friend (and MOH) and the first thing she said was WOAH THAT’S BIG. Then I got all worried that the ring was too big and ostentatious so while we were waiting for our meal I asked Mr.D what he thought. The food was taking foreverrrrrrr so I said we should make wasabi diamonds to pass the time. I got busy crafting my wasabi into a square using chopsticks and I was so intent on making it perfect I didn’t see Mr.D fumbling around in his bag across the table.
When it came time to show each other our handiwork I went first. He said “that’s pretty good, but I think mine is better”. He turned the plate around and there it was on the plate with a little dot of wasabi in the middle of the ring.
The first words out of my mouth? “YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!!!” Whoopsies…then I let him say all sorts of nice things and I said “yes, of course” and we were officially engaged.
It turns out he had a plan and was going to make me wait longer, but then at dinner everything seemed to just fall into place and he had the perfect opportunity. Which is a good thing because I probably would have gotten annoying.
What was the first thing you said when s/he proposed?
August 19th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
Thats a fab story, glad he didnt make you wait too long!
When G asked, he said ‘would you do me the honour of being my wife’ and despite the fact I thought it might be coming, at that moment I was still shocked & excited and just answered with something like ‘you know I will’.
September 18th, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Adorable story. So great! And congrats lady!
My first words were “You Already got the ring?” like a gazillion times! We had been ring shopping together just a few days prior and he had told me he wanted to look at one other setting with me the following weekend. Had no idea it was coming so soon.
But your story is darling. Made me laugh outloud imagining you trying to reach for a ring hidden too high above the cupboards!
Xo