A few of things you should know first before I dazzle you with my romantic husband's planning. Greg and I first met in late October 2008, and by Christmas time of the same year we realize that we did want to get married (so much for the ideal long courtship and short engagement). When we returned to Provo from our holidays, we went ring shopping together, but Greg did want to attempt to give me my ring in a beautiful fashion so I couldn't wear it right away. Second, Greg told me that he was going to pretend to propose to me to throw me off when he really proposed to me. I was told that our marriage would be built on "deceits and lies". For instance, while we were in the Costco parking lot, he got down on one knee and said, "Suzy, I need to tell you something...I have to tie my shoe." Ha ha. And later, he also teased me that if I didn't cry when he proposed to me then he would spray me with mace. Great! The third item is Greg was supposed to call my parents, and ask them if it was okay for him to marry me, etc., etc. I can't tell you how much I nagged for him to do it, and he had so much fun saying he'd get around to it.
The night before he proposed, Greg told me that he had a reservation at 2 p.m., and that he was going to wear a suit. So, I decided to ride my bike over to Shopko the next morning to pick up a pair of new black heels so that I could look divine at our reservation. Before Greg came over to pick me up, my roommate said to me, "I think he's going to propose to you." I promptly replied, "But he said he was going to trick me into thinking he was going to propose to me, and then he wouldn't actually propose!"
I texted Greg that I was ready to go, and Greg came over and picked me up a couple of hours early, and we drove straight over to the University Mall. When I asked him what was going on, he said, "I don't know, but do you have somewhere to be?" So, while we waited for our reservation, we walked around in the mall for what felt like eternity. My new shoes were so uncomfortable! I couldn't handle walking around in heels any longer. Not only that, Greg was keeping more secrets; he stashed a black light in his coat pocket for "no reason". About two o'clock, Greg and I headed over to P.F. Chang's for our reservation. Our lunch was nice until Greg demanded his fortune cookie from the waiter. "I want my fortune cookie--not this one!" I told Greg to calm down and that we should go--after all it was just a fortune cookie. But Greg insisted that we stayed for this fortune cookie. So we waited another five minutes or so for a fortune cookie that said, "A diamond is in your near future." When I asked Greg what this meant, he replied with "I don't know; I'm not the old Chinese guy who makes these fortunes."
We left P.F. Chang's and head over to B.Y.U. campus. I pestered Greg the whole way with questions to which he ignored or gave vague answers. "Where are we going?" "I don't know. Do you have somewhere to be right now?" "No, but I just want to know where we are going." "You'll find out soon enough." We ended up at the Museum of Art; the place we went to for our first real date. We rushed downstairs where I was ushered into a small room to admire bust of Abraham Lincoln while Greg prepared the proposal setting. At this point, I knew Greg was up to something, but I had no idea and my feet really, really hurt. So when Greg told me that we could sit down on a bench in another room I was pleased. While Greg and I were together at this bench, Greg's roommate was secretly taking pictures from another small room. I didn't notice him until later, however; I noticed this blanket tucked underneath, and I asked Greg what it was. He knelt down first, and said, "Suzannah Michelle Packwood will you take this bouquet of flowers?" He pulled out a bouquet of flowers for me. They were lovely and contained my favorite flowers: lilies. I also noticed a book laying on the blanket as well, so he showed it to me. He told me to read the last entry which was an account of a dream of his about how he knew I was literally the girl of his dreams. I won't divulge this dream for Greg's sake, but it was a beautiful dream, and I did cry when I read his entry (no mace!), and I also had to use the black light he had carried in his pocket for a portion of the message which was written in invisible ink. Afterwards, as he was still kneeling, he asked if I would marry him. I said yes, of course.
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| Right after he proposed. |
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| Oh there's Greg's roommate secretly taking photos! |
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| I'm so happy!! Greg looks so shy. |
Later that afternoon, after we called our families to tell them the news, Greg gave me a foot massage for making me walk around the mall "just because it seemed like a lot of fun." He also informed me that he called my parents a couple weeks prior to his proposal. When Greg was bouncing ideas around with his roommates about his proposal, he said he initially wanted to take me on a drive and propose in his car. I'm kind of glad he proposed to me like this. I definitely like his creativity. I love this man.
So what kind of proposal did you get from your spouse? Or if you aren't married, what kind of romantic or loving gestures did someone do for you that you appreciate[d]?
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