Weddingbee Blog

Alaska… no, not that proposal!

The proposal involving this!

K… maybe there weren’t oranges involved, but there was sushi!

After Mr. D and I had picked out the ring it had to take a trip to New York to be sized. We were told it would be back the following Friday. As luck (bad luck?) would have it, I was home from work the Friday it was due and I was ultra excited. Mr. D drove off to Tiffany & Co to pick it up and while he was gone I attempted to take a nap. I had just severely sprained my ankle and had been given pain medication for the first few days. Despite being drugged up, I couldn’t sleep at all!

When he FINALLY got home (okay…maybe it was only 45 minutes) I asked to see it. Mr. D had a huge smile on his face that he was (poorly) attempting to control and calmly tried to tell me that the store had made a mistake and the ring had missed the shipment to Florida. You should probably know that Mr. D is a terrible liar. He smiles and laughs and I hope I never have to depend on him to bluff our way out of a sticky situation.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Tiffany’s wouldn’t do that, I bet you hid it somewhere I can’t reach.” Which, in our Miami house, was practically everywhere. There were tons of high shelves and cabinets I probably couldn’t even reach with a ladder. He kept laughing and smiling though, so I just kept telling him what a liar he was. He dared me to call Tiffany’s and I was thisclose to doing it, but worried the store would think I was crazy.

All Friday, Saturday, and Sunday he kept his ruse up and I kept telling him he was a liar; he actually almost had me by Sunday evening. I figured if he hadn’t proposed by then, the ring probably was coming in on Monday. We had a great day on Sunday going to the beach and hitting up a movie and sushi. I had emailed the photo of the ring to my best friend (and MOH) and the first thing she said was, “WOAH, THAT’S BIG.” Then I got all worried that the ring was too big and ostentatious so while we were waiting for our meal I asked Mr. D what he thought. The food was taking foreverrrrrrr so I said we should make wasabi diamonds to pass the time. I got busy crafting my wasabi into a square using chopsticks, and I was so intent on making it perfect that I didn’t see Mr. D fumbling around in his bag across the table.

When it came time to show each other our handiwork I went first. He said, “that’s pretty good, but I think mine is better.” He turned the plate around and there it was on the plate with a little dot of wasabi in the middle of the ring.

The first words out of my mouth? “YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!!!” Whoopsies. Then I let him say all sorts of nice things and I said, “Yes, of course,” and we were officially engaged.

It turns out he had a plan and was going to make me wait longer, but then at dinner, everything seemed to just fall into place and he had the perfect opportunity. This was a good thing, because I probably would have gotten annoying.

What was the first thing you said when s/he proposed?