Weddingbee Blog

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It was now April and we’d been together 5 months. Mr. Bee’s parents were visiting for a week from the Philippines. I had already booked a flight to New York before they decided to come and was scheduled to arrive the day after they left but I changed my flight so that I could meet them. Dinner went off without a hitch. Mr. Bee’s parents were nice, friendly, and I don’t think they had any objections to us getting married. Phew.

I came back to New York in May. I knew that Mr. Bee was going to propose on this trip. We’d been together 6 months now and I couldn’t wait because 6 months may sound like a short period of time, but it felt like an eternity. My parents would never have let me move cross country to New York unless we were engaged and we desperately wanted to be together.

On May 7th, we returned to that same wine bar where we first met. One waiter was acting suspiciously nice and nervous when we arrived and to tell you the truth, he gave it away and I knew immediately but I played along.After our dinner the jazzy music playing overhead was suddenly eclipsed by Top of the World by the Carpenters.

When I returned home after I first met Mr. Bee last year, my dad caught me walking around the house singing Top of the World. He said to me, “Why are you so happy? You must be in love!” I wasn’t even aware that I was singing! Hehe and he was right of course. When I told Mr. Bee about this, he immediately downloaded the song and listened to it over and over. So cheesy as the song is, it kinda became our song.

I digress. As soon as I heard the song, I knew that he was going to propose at that very moment. Mr. Bee said all these wonderful things to me, but I was soooooooooo excited I’m not sure I remember it all because he opened the ring box while he was talking! He proposed and of course I said yes, yes, yes! When you meet the person you want to marry - you just know.It doesn’t take you years and years to decide if he or she is the one.We both knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together after that first week.

The waitress that kept refilling our wine the first night we were there remembered us too! Everyone is so nice to you when you get engaged I wish we could do it all the time.

When I returned home, I told my parents that Mr. Bee and I had gotten engaged. They were shocked. How could we get engaged without telling them?! In Korean culture you don’t just get engaged by yourselves… it’s something that’s decided and agreed upon with the entire family. I explained to them that that’s not how it works in America. Still they thought I was kinda crazy.