I used to do the typical girl fantasy trips to Engagementland, making believe I had some bling on my left ring finger, imagining what it would feel like. But once the receipt was in the house and I knew the ring was in production, the daydreams were much different. There was an actual idea of THE ring, not just some maybe, sort of, it might look like kind of thought. I knew what it was going to be. I knew it was coming. I just didn’t know when.
The verbal timeline/receipt promise date snafu totally didn’t help my inner control freak. How could I mentally prepare to be proposed to on our anniversary if there was a possibility the ring wasn’t going to be ready? This thought obviously doesn’t fall into the rational category but this girl right here hates surprises, despises the unexpected, does not like to be caught off guard. Scary movies? No thanks, I don’t know what door the killer is behind. Movies in 3D (or even worse, 4D)? Uh uh, no way, not for this girl. Again, I know I sound like a whackadoo but it’s just how I roll. And honesty is the best policy here, right?
I promise this is not foreshadowing to Bridezillaland. Pinky promise. // Source: SheKnows.com
One person that wasn’t exactly the Xanax to my anxiety: Mr. PB. He loved the fact that the date mixup happened; it played right into his favor. Any time I would try to squeeze information out of him, he could play it either way – act like it was going to be ready for our anniversary or pretend that there’s no way our anniversary would be the day. Sigh, I guess I had to give up my grip on things a little.
Leading up to our anniversary, my Spidey senses were extra tingly. I had a heightened awareness of everything Mr. PB did, caught on to things that were out of the norm for him and tried to do my best Olivia Benson impression to find clues. As the night before our anniversary turned into the wee hours of what I originally thought was E-day, I still wasn’t 100 percent sure either way what the day would have in store. I finished up my gift to him and got into bed.
Mr. PB and I had planned a trip to the Toronto Zoo for our second anniversary so we woke up bright and early. I wanted to give him his gift right away – a framed page from my journal that I had written just after we started dating, in which I write a note to him saying that I was sure he is the one for me. After that, he brought my gift to me. It was something bigger, about 16×20, wrapped in silver holographic paper. He asked if I knew how much he loved me and that he wants to be with me forever and I was definitely sure of both. I opened the gift to find:
What’s black and white with proposal written all over it? // Personal photo
In all honesty, at this point, I STILL wasn’t sure this was it. Sure, he was giving me a canvas that had the word spray painted on it but he wasn’t down on one knee, he didn’t have a ring box and as far as I knew, the ring was still at the jewelers. Maybe it was the disbelief and the realness overwhelming me, but I definitely wasn’t with it. Mr. PB looked at me like he was waiting for something so my first response to his non-verbal question was: “Is this for real?!” (Smooth, I know!) He then walked over to his dresser, pulled out the Kay bag and brought a ring box over to me. I was totally overwhelmed. I said yes, of course, and he put my newest piece of jewelry on me.
He liked it so he put a ring on it. // Personal photo
After calling a few people and texting many more (it was still early), we headed off to the Toronto Zoo as an engaged couple.
The newly engaged Phone Booths cheesing it up in the Toronto Zoo // Personal photo
What’s your proposal story? Am I the only one out there that wasn’t completely sure what was happening?
