I just wanted to share a more detailed story of H’s proposal because I’m very proud of how he made it so personal and unforgettable. This could be good inspiration for the boys – something out of the box, personalised, simple, sincere and super inexpensive.
H and I haven’t been together for a very long time – almost 2 years now, but we’ve always been sure that we want a long future together. In fact, we’ve spoken about getting married and hypothetically discussed what we wanted that day to be like, so in a way we both knew that he was going to ask me eventually and I would say yes.
I guess this put more pressure on H to find a way to surprise me and make the proposal extra special and unforgettable. And like I said in my earlier post, his perfectly personal proposal definitely swept me off my feet!
I was on my first week at my new job and flew to Sydney for work for a couple of days. Thinking back, he did (unintentionally) drop a few hints that Friday;
- Asked me what my papa’s email address was and lamely covered it up by saying he thought he got an email from him but it was just spam. I thought it was just a random thing and really didn’t read into it at all. Little did I know he needed it so he can email my mom and papa to ask for their blessing. Post-proposal, I read the email and it made me cry all over again!
- Unusually interested in very specific details of my return flight and what time I would be home. I dismissed this as just being extra sweet and protective of me. Poor guy though because my flight got moved up a few times! I was originally supposed to fly home Saturday noon but ended up on a flight back Friday night which didn’t leave him much time to prepare. Plus I played an unknowingly bad joke on him by saying I was around the corner when I was really 20 minutes away. Apparently he was half way dressing up when I said that and I nearly gave him a heart attack. Hey, how was I supposed to know!!!
- Asked me what size sheets we use at home. Now this stuck me as weird but I was too distracted by work to ask why and just gave him the answer. Odd question, but I eventually found out he bought new sheets to cover the tables at the apartment and he wanted something we could use again. Practical. I love it!
Back to the proposal…. when I came home late Friday night, this is what welcomed me:
First there was a note by the front door welcoming me home, asking me to leave my bags by the door, freshen up and get comfortable. He said that when I’m ready, I should meet him in the lounge room for his ‘first exhibit’. (On a side note, H reads comics and likes to draw and I have always tried to bully him into putting up an exhibit, or selling his work but he would always refuse). Anyway, back to my story (I keep getting side tracked!)…
At this point, I knew exactly what was going to happen and I was starting to freak out in the inside. I remember thinking that it’s a good thing that I had my nails done earlier that week but really bad timing that I was wearing lawn bowling clothes from the office event earlier that day. For some reason I didn’t think of changing my clothes. I was freaking out so much that I just wanted to find out what was going to happen next.
I walked towards the lounge room door, both scared and excited, then screamed at it, “What’s going on in there??? You’re freaking me out!!!”
He opened the door and I saw he was wearing his suit and heard he was playing one of the Feist albums in the background. My first thought, I SHOULD HAVE CHANGED MY CLOTHES!!!
Too late now…
I walked in and found 12 A2 sheets up on the wall. As soon as I realised what it was, I started crying. He had drawn a comic of our story – how we met, how we got together and what it has been like since. It was obviously a condensed version but he captured the best details and moments that I was laughing and crying the entire time I was reading it. I think I must have read it 3x because I was too nervous to find out what was at the end of it – even though I knew EXACTLY what was at the end of it.
The last page on the wall read: and that is why, with no hesitation nor fear, the boy for the second time in his life, manned up and said four little words…
He turned me around to face the opposite wall, and then there it was. On the wall, another drawing of a big ring that said: will you marry me?
He said “Mahal kita” (I love you in Filipino) and gave me a box and got down on his knees. At this point I told him he’s not begging me so he really shouldn’t be on both knees, just one.
Up to this point, I wasn’t paying attention to the box he handed me. I didn’t realise it was this distinct blue box with a white ribbon around it. I pulled the ribbon off, saw Tiffany & Co, stared at him and said “You didn’t get me a Tiffany ring… this isn’t a Tiffany ring… stop it. It’s just a box, right?!” To which he responded, “If I knew you would be happy with just the box…” Hahaha! I don’t know how I managed not to faint at this point because I held my breath for what felt like a few minutes while I was taking the black box out of the blue one. I gave it to him and asked him to open it. Inside was the most beautiful ring – MY ring.
And I said yes. OF COURSE I WOULD SAY YES!!!
I could not have imagined a better proposal. He made it truly ours and no one else can have that kind of proposal. No fancy restaurants, no hot air balloons, no rings hidden in desserts, no flash mobs. The moment was exactly about what mattered the most: US.
Hope you enjoyed my story. I apologise if I went into too much detail. I just think all his hard work needs to be documented and shared and in case I haven’t made it obvious enough, I’m so proud of H for making it one of the best surprises of my life.