But, let's face it, every little girl grows up dreaming of their wedding day, have no idea why, although I would love to do find out! (refer to about us re: anthropology). I guess it's one of those many socially constructed ideals that we are all pre-conditioned to aspire to. In any event, I am destined to conform to this one, and I'm sure I'll love every minute of it. You won't be dragging me kicking and screaming down the aisle.
Anyway girls, the nagging paid off. Fully recommend it. Fiance popped the question after dinner one night at a restaurant that we had shared out first date and frequented intermittently thereafter for special occasions, anniversary's and date nights. Every time we go, we can still recall exaclty where we sat, when it was, what we ate and how we held back hysterical laughter as the waiter read out the never ending list of specials, which is always rehearsed but sometimes improvised, in a thick Italian accent.
I had a sneaking suspicion it was coming from the moment we met at home earlier that night. (See about us re: insightful) Fiance came home after soccer and, with drinks, we relaxed on the couch and chatted casually. Fiance carelessly put his I phone down, the recently called list highly visible to onlookers (me). Clue #1: FOB (my dad) had been recently called. Instantly blushing, I could not wipe the smile from my face. Fiance questioned what I was smiling about. "Nothing". ha. It was happening tonight. What does one wear when one knows one is going to be proposed to?! "How is the limo going to back down the driveway babe?"
Fiance: "What? I'm not proposing." Clue #2. Ha. Really.
Upon entering the fine dining restaurant, I instantly felt eyes on me, the wait staff seemed bad at keeping secrets, the hostess smiling sweetly at me - knowingly. Or so I thought. Dinner was amazing as usual. Except Fiance was uncharacteristically throwing back the wines. Clue #3. By the end of dinner he was really quite pissed!
We had no time for dessert, dinner was over. Our car had arrived to pick us up and it was time to leave. I was puzzled. Perplexed. I had pictured myself exploring my petit fours for a hidden suprise, every sip of champagne bringing with it the careful anticipation of a foreign, shiny object between the bubbles. Hmmm, it was the beginning of a long weekend. Perhaps he was planning on doing it tomorrow. We left.
As we walked outside onto the pavement, Fiance grabbed me. "This is where we had our first kiss", he said. "I know", my reply, "Our car is waiting, let's go". It all happened very quickly from there. The words bubbling out of Fiance like the water feature at the front of the restaurant. Down on one knee, a few tears, lots of hugs and kisses. He got me. I was now officially in shock. Shaking, quiet. Of course I'd said YES. As if there was any doubt, but that ring was ON before a peep out of me! (a perfectly sized Princess Cut solitaire. Tiffany's. He'd done exceptionally well).
The car ride home was unusually quiet. Still in shock. A quiet moment to reflect and process the enormity and emotion of the nights events and, perhaps ,what lay ahead. We arrived home, our driver turning to us and saying "when you set a date, think of us for your big day". And that's when it all began....
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