Wedding season is in the air – did anyone celebrate Proposal Day on March 20th this year by getting engaged?
I remember the day my husband proposed to me like it was yesterday. We were in Oahu, Hawaii on an all-expenses paid sales incentive trip hosted by his employer at the time. At this point, we’d been together for six years and living together for four. Everyone — and I mean everyone — was wondering when we were going to get it over with already. I wasn’t in any particular hurry, but I had a hunch he’d choose this weekend to pop the question… I mean, a free trip to Hawaii and a beautiful hotel room complete with a balcony overlooking the ocean AND Diamond Head volcano? What could go wrong?
Well. I would later learn that the custom proposal my husband had in mind didn’t exactly go off as planned.
On the third day of the trip, we hiked Diamond Head, an extinct volcano with a 760-foot summit. He was acting weird all day. Fidgety. Nervous. Anxious. We hiked our way up, huffing and puffing the whole way. The view from the top was beyond incredible, but because it was a group excursion and the volcano is such a popular tourist attraction, there wasn’t a clear-cut opportunity to get down on one knee and pop the question The Bachelor-style, as every girl dreams. That, I eventually learned, was strike one.
Later that evening, we had dinner plans at one of the most romantic restaurants in the city. It was one of those revolving restaurants with a 360-degree view of the city – you know the type. Again, because it was booked through his company, it wasn’t exactly an intimate dinner for two. We were seated at a long table with every other person in the group. Strike two.
At this point, he was getting more and more flustered by the minute. He was sweating and I don’t think his hand moved from his pocket the entire night. After dinner, part of the group wanted to explore the local nightlife and invited us along. Jonathan quickly turned down the invitation, saying we were too tired. We boarded the bus, got back to the hotel and Jonathan suggested we take a walk on the beach. Now I was the one sweating and acting weird. We walked along for a bit, holding hands, TOTES like they do on The Bachelor. Volcano visible in the background. Ocean glistening. Just the two of us (cue Will Smith).
He saw his chance and he took it, getting down on one knee and delivering the sweetest speech that I don’t quite recall (did I say I remembered it like it was yesterday, or eight years ago?). He took out a gorgeous, better-than-I-could-have imagined ring and asked me to marry him.
It may not have been the proposal he envisioned, but I’d say he did a pretty good job customizing it on the spot. As it turns out, the secret to a custom proposal may not be planning for an over-the-top experience. No matter how small or extravagant you choose to make your proposal, the important thing is that it’s unique to you and your relationship.
Maybe it’s popping the question in the same place you had your first date. Maybe it’s writing a song. Or maybe it’s while hanging out in your jammies watching TV or playing board games.
What do you think makes a custom proposal special? Anyone planning a wedding this year with a perfect proposal story to share?