Weddingbee Blog

I was on my way home on Friday night after work. A girl I worked with was leaving to go travelling, so we went for a drink and I called home to say I was on my way back.

I walked through my front door; it was a typical Friday night. Radio on, he’s in the kitchen cutting up potatoes to put in the oven for dinner. “I’ll take about an hour and a half for the potatoes,” he says, and pours me a glass of wine and I start to chill out for the evening. He disappears into his studio for a minute and comes back.

“Hey, you wanna come listen to a new track I’ve been working on??”

I sigh a bit and say “OK then.” This is typical behaviour. He loves every song he writes and makes me listen to it about a million times so I can give my input.

So I walk into his studio and it’s filled with candles. Candles everywhere. And on his computer is a video. He offers me a seat, and I press play. It’s a bit Love Actually (his favourite film) and is a series of notes that he’s written to me.

“Jackrabbit,” it says.

“Being with you makes me so happy,

and I hope that I make you happy too!

We have a lot of ups…

…and a couple of downs :/ (awkward)

But! Ultimately…I know you will always be there for me

and I want to make you a promise

give you a token

and a celebration!

to show my commitment to you.

So…Miss Jackrabbit…

…Will you marry me?”

I am crying me eyes out at this point, and it takes everything for me to turn around. He’s on one knee, ring in hand, and I don’t even look at it. I look at him, say “Yes” and we hug, and kiss, and before I do anything I have to say, “Well, that surprised me!!!”

I put the ring on, hesitating at first because, let’s face it, I couldn’t believe that it actually happened. Then he says, “Did you like the music?? I wrote it for you!!!”

Oh my goodness, the music! I’d hardly heard it because of all the “ahhhh-maaa-gaaaaad” noises going on in my head, so we sat down and he played the video again. This time I closed my eyes and listened to it. It was gorgeous. A little bit “Take That,” he thought, and he’d been practicing his vocals all week for it. Bless him—it couldn’t have been more perfect.

We grabbed the iPad straightaway and called my parents. He’d spoken to my dad that morning and we wanted to let him exhale for the first time in eight hours. My mother just held her mouth open for what seemed like five minutes. She cried, I cried, and my parents both said they couldn’t lose me to anyone better. We drank champagne, took pictures, and called everyone close to us.

The next morning we did the standard Facebook update as he posted up this picture with the caption “So last night I got myself a fiancée?!” Smooooooth!

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How did your proposal go?