Weddingbee Blog

It’s no secret my family has an addiction to junk food; hence the character choice, Miss Piglet! Mr. Piglet, on the other hand, rarely craves anything too sweet. He’s repulsed by my ability to eat Snickers and Starburst as morning treats, and usually convinces me to order summer versus spring rolls. According to my dentist, the last cavity found left no room for additional cavities on my back molars. Look Ma, no [mo] cavities.

Allow me to digress for a sec and offer you a bit of insight into the logistical situation of our relationship. Although we’re merely an hour away from each other, I consider our relationship semi-long distance not only because we’re separated by the state line; but more so, [duh duh duhhh] THE beltway. We did it though! For five years, we mainly saw each other on weekends with the occasional weekday visit. Did I mention I’m still a piglet living at home? That means, the Mr would often come from Baltimore and head back up the same day. Boy, I heart him.

Ok back to the story! After one of our weekend soirees, I was shocked when Mr. Piglet pulled out a pack of Starburst from his jacket pocket just before taking me home on a Sunday afternoon. This is RARE I tell you.

I grabbed them and told him I would save them for later to avoid inhaling the entire pack at that moment—especially since we had just eaten a delightful dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Granite, in Canton Square. In Mr. Piglet’s casual raspy tone, he urged me to eat one. Not thinking anything of it, I tore that sucker open, and threw the first Starburst at him since I wasn’t a huge fan of the orange flavor. I ripped open the first cherry red Starburst only to uncover the corner of a mini-cardboard box. I think my initial response was, “What the?” Also, I do remember Mr. Piglet reaching out with both of his arms saying, “TA-DA!” while bending down on one knee. I’m embarrassed to admit that I can’t recall the exact words he spoke! I blame adrenaline and being caught up in the moment, but I’ll never forget the way he looked at me and the emotion he conveyed in his words. Not to mention, my moment of dorkiness when I tried to sit on his knee. For some reason, I always anticipated a glitzy type of proposal. Because of this, I didn’t think he’d be able to surprise me. But he did and I loved it.

Anyone else experience an intimate proposal in the comfort of your own home?

Here’s my attempt in applying Anne Ruthmann’s photo snapping techniques.

Did your fiance incorporate one of your favorite things into your proposal?