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Matt is really wonderful about surprising me with flowers. One evening after we had been dating for a little over six months, he came by for dinner and brought a beautiful bouquet. In with the flowers was a little packet of gummy candy shaped like frogs. He told me that while he was in line waiting to pay for the flowers, he saw the frogs and decided to get them for me since he feels like he is my “frog prince and that my love turned him into a prince.” I thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and after some of the “frogs” I’ve dated I was definitely happy to find my prince.
On our one year anniversary, Matt wouldn’t tell me anything about our date other than to bring stuff to spend the night. When I pushed him further he said, “You own a dress, right? bring that, too.” Hmm, not very helpful. Matt sent our friend Lisa, who introduced us, to pick me up and bring me to the surprise destination - a chic little hotel in downtown DC where we live.
When I got to the room, Matt had a beautiful bouquet waiting for me in the room. He told me that we had dinner reservations and to start getting ready. When I came out of the bathroom, there was a line of gummy frogs leading from the bathroom door up onto the bed, in a random pattern across the bedspread, and then under one of the pillows. The frogs were leading me to my present.
We got engaged on my 28th birthday…
It was a Tuesday morning and we were both getting ready for work. I was feeling a little down for getting older, so I wasn’t in a very happy mood. He saw that I was so sad, so he decided to give me my birthday present right then to cheer me up (opposed to when he had planned to in the evening). . .
So he said he had a big surprise for me and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I felt him place something in my hand and I felt him lowering down to the ground. My mind began to race as I assumed he was proposing. Until he tells me to open my eyes… and all I saw was his face about 6 inches away from mine staring at me… and nothing in my hand. I thought I was being proposed to, but I guess I was wrong !!!
I was very confused and disappointed. Since I was already feeling down, I really wasn’t in the mood for games.
I just thought I’d share how sweet & romantic my hubbs can be. I attached a picture of the certificate he made himself.

The original was given to me while we were dating… and in the past 4 years I have won all 3 catagories: best girlfriend, fiance & wife.
You can see how cute & creative he can be with his title at the bottom of the award. It really amazes me when he comes up with things like this. He has also made me coupons for massages, mini trips & birthdays.
Along with this this particular award… flowers, homemade dinner, candle lit (of course) & a nice bottle of wine. My hubbs is the best & I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.
Dear Weddingbee,
DJ and I met at the beginning of my summer vacation from college and had a wonderful time dating for the rest of it, but my semesters spent half an ocean plus a continent away took a toll on us. I couldn’t handle the stress of school without someone there to hold my hand, give me hugs, and tell me it would be okay. Plus, I had an ex-boyfriend there telling me that I should be with him and not with this DJ-guy I had just met. DJ never retaliated, never told me that I shouldn’t go back to my ex, never used his devotion as leverage. While back from school, I decided that I couldn’t be true to him over the course of a long distance relationship. As much as I wanted to be with DJ, our future seemed too painful, so I broke up with him.
The next morning, I went shopping with a friend. Her company helped me get my mind off of the situation. When I came home, I was in for a surprise-my doorstep was covered with goodies. He left a bouquet of red roses, a stack of magazines that he knew I would love reading, a couple of books, a USB controller we had picked out together, and a little box with a shiny gold ring. He explained to me that the ring was his promise to love me always. I was the envy of the other girls at work, because what guy would give a ring to the girl who put his heart through a food processor and then broke up with him? The point is that DJ literally loved me unconditionally, rain or shine, together or broken up. If I thought that chasing after another guy would truly make me happy, then he would support me and go as far as to talk me through my decision in order to make me more comfortable.
Luckily for me, I wasn’t too blind to see that he was the best thing in the world. One and a half years later, DJ flew up to my graduation ceremony with an engagement ring. Now, we’re almost halfway through our longest [and hopefully last] period of time living apart. We expect to get married as soon as he can finish his degree and move to live near me. I look forward to taking care of him for many years, knowing that no one more supportive could be taking care of me.
-Cheryl
M does little things that shows me that he loves me - buying my flowers just because, holding me until I fall asleep if I had a rough day, always giving me a bite of his dinner, switching plates if I don’t like my food, letting me watch my TV shows, vacuuming because he knows how much I hate it, etc. However, my story isn’t necessarily a romantic story -it’s when I realized that M was a keeper.
One of my “things to do before I die” tasks is to complete a marathon. Being a decent runner, it’s something I wanted to accomplish, just to say I did it. I asked M to run the marathon with me, and he agreed. So for months we trained, running 3 times a week for long distances. I run slower than M, and every time we did trial runs together, he’d always run with me at my pace. He’d always cheer me on, even sing as we ran, if i didn’t have music to run with.
The day of the marathon came, and at the starting line he promised to run with me the entire time. I kept telling him to run ahead at his pace and not at mine, but he said it’s not about finishing faster, it’s about the company.
So we started our 26 mile run, the two of us together, talking, laughing and enjoying the run. We were making great time, beating our practice run times at the half way point. But at mile 18, I started developing a stress fracture in my foot, making every step rather painful. He asked if we should stop, but being 8 miles away, I told him that I could do it. Then at mile 20, I was in so much pain - at the point of tears.
Private Letters
originally posted Tuesday, May 16th on my xanga blog
Another year, another Mother’s day.
I’ve had bad years (spent depressed and in tears), I’ve had bitter years (fights with everyone around me for weeks, hate everyone who has a mother), I’ve had intensely stressful years (anxiety attacks and physical heart aches) but finally, it seems that I’ve gotten to the acceptance phase. Sunday came, Sunday went, and I didn’t shed a single tear. We each bought a dozen roses at the local florist and after cleaning off the marble headstone and arranging the flowers, we sat and chatted and I told lil sis stories about Mom. I’m sad that she can’t remember anything about her but I suppose it’s hard to remember anything from age 4.
Before we left, Steve took a few photos of lil sis and I.
See? No tears. Smiles, even! It was a nice day and for the most part, we were all in good spirits.
On August 5, 2006, I woke up to some rustling downstairs in my house. My boyfriend had come over at 6:00 in the morning to prepare breakfast burritos…YUM!!! Then he told me to get ready because we had to go to Long Beach. He told me to bring a bathing suit and a change of clothes.
As we were about to leave the house, he said, “I have something for you” and pulled out a box. It was too big to be a ring box…but I was happy nonetheless. The card with the gift read, “To help keep you on time so that you can come home to me as soon as possible.” Inside the box was a beautiful watch.
We went to Long Beach and took a boat to Catalina. My bf told me we were going scuba diving. I was so excited since I had never gone before. After struggling for what seemed like 30 minutes to get into the dang suits, and having our instructor give us a 10 minute lesson, we started to descend into the water. I began to panic! What if I can’t breathe and DIE?!?!? But then I thought, “What if he wants to propose? I must suck it up and do this!” (Can you tell I was hoping for a proposal???)
We successfully submerged ourselves and enjoyed a wonderful time in the ocean. However, there was no proposal…
Then we went to eat lunch on the beach. My bf said that he had planned one more thing–a couple’s massage! We got the “Twice as nice” massage and body scrub. During the massage, my bf fell asleep and began to snore! Afterwards, we washed up and got dressed. Luckily my bf had told me to pack a little black dress. I asked him if we were running late for dinner reservations, but he said we were okay on time.