Mr. Clownfish and I had celebrated our four year anniversary in December 2013, and I had a rather large suspicion that he would be proposing sometime soon. To say that it was out of the blue would be a lie, as I know him way too well and can always tell when something’s “up.” I had suspicions that it would be happening during Christmas break, as it is our favorite time of the year and I had mentioned that I would love a winter proposal.
One day, toward the end of Christmas break, Mr. C had told me that later in the day we would be going on an “adventure.” He couldn’t tell me exactly where we were going or what we were going to do, other than to dress warm because it would be taking place outside. He picked me up at my house and hopped in the car to an unknown destination. Although I had suspected that he would be proposing (because, lets’s be honest, it’s not every day Mr. C tells me he has a secret adventure planned), I had doubts because Mr. C didn’t appear to be nervous at all. We chatted about our days at work and had general small talk as we drove.
We ended up at a popular walking/hiking trail about 20 minutes from our house called Chickies Rock. Mr. C and I spent a good 20 minutes walking toward a specific site that overlooks the Susquehanna River, only to find that there was a wall of dense, thick fog that made it impossible to see anything at the overlook site. M was very obviously bummed about the weather, but I told him I was having fun anyway, exploring a new place with him and making new memories. After we left the overlook (without a proposal, mind you), I was sure that we were definitely not getting engaged that night. Dang it. I painted my nails for nothing.