I already told you about what I thought was THE proposal…well, turns out Mr. Toadstool had a different idea.*
Once we started wedding planning I thought that was it. I was now getting married to my best friend and having a wedding (can you say YAAAY?). We already had a venue and life was great, or so I thought…turns out Mr. Toadstool had a different plan (dun dun duuuuun—that’s my scary sound).
It was Saturday October 1st, I was feeling crappy and not pretty at all, and he decided we should go for a walk at the Nainari Lagoon (an artificial pond considered the town’s main “natural attraction”). Are you serious? On a Saturday? It’ll be packed! But he insisted, so I, being the super sweet girlfriend I not-always am, gave up and went.
We were walking near the edge of the water and he was acting so odd I came to think he was mad about something, and suddenly he stopped.
Imagine this setting:
With this view (minus the moon—sadly it was a moonless night):
He handed me his cell phone and played a little slideshow he made with pictures of us. It remembered our time together (it’s been eight years, so there’s a lot to remember), and at the end of the slideshow it said: After all these years there’s just one thing I need to know…
I looked up and there he was holding a little box and saying “I need to know if you’ll marry me.”
I couldn’t answer because, as you might expect, I started crying (more like choking, but oh well). When I finally managed to say yes he placed the ring on my finger, of course after asking which finger it goes in.
And then…nothing. It was an awkward moment while we figured what to do next. Luckily a considerate fire ant decided that was the perfect moment to bite the sole of my foot so I could jump around complaining for a while.
I was really shocked—most of the time I know when he’s plotting something, so he can hardly surprise me. Once we got into a well lit spot, I could get a good look at the ring and I was ecstatic. Somehow he picked one of the settings I liked while internet-window-ring-shopping a few months back. (Come on, don’t judge. I know we all have done it at least once.)
I love this baby. You want to meet him? (Yes, it’s a he. Who would have thought?)
*Looking back I realize he never actually asked me to marry him. Turns out he was very careful not to ask the actual question before the ring proposal.