It wasn’t what I expected at all, but I loved it.
Did you ever picture how you would be proposed to?
I imagined it would be Christmas morning at home (being a Christmas tragic), with my kids by my side. (We already have kids, I wasn’t imagining non-existent kids, don’t worry.) The ultimate Christmas present or something. I always thought my, now, fiancé would get the kids to ask, he’s never been the most outwardly romantic guy and getting the kids to ask is always a bit of an easy way out.
But no, as with most things in life, my plans didn’t eventuate and that’s not how it happened at all. Not even close.
Instead it was an overcast May night. No kids and no Christmas decorations in sight.
The day he proposed was actually our anniversary. I clued in a little when he got my mum to mind the kids but, honestly, it was so far from our radar at the time, I think I talked myself out of it being a possibility and figured dinner on our anniversary was a nice idea.
I wonder whether these people were expecting different proposals too. By the looks of things they were all thrilled with how their partners decided to propose anyway. Post continues after video.
I was the one who suggested staying in, he just used it to his advantage. He asked me to drop the kids to mums and pick up dinner on the way home. Oblivious to his plan I went along with it. Even texting about being bored while I sat waiting for over half an hour at the Thai place for dinner.
I got dinner and drove home and when I drove up the driveway I could see the house was in darkness, or so it looked from the bottom of our sloped driveway. In my head I thought, “Is he serious? He’s probably fallen asleep watching the footy.”
That was until I walked onto the deck and could see the faint glow of the candles through the blinds.
Our deck is up high and our dining room doors have no blinds so I saw his handy work before I even opened the door to come in.
There were candles. Hundreds of candles. And a beautiful big heart on the floor of our dining room floor, with a note in the middle of it.
Next to every candle there was a Ferrero Rocher chocolate. My all-time favourite chocolate. He’d even spelt out ‘I love you’ on our bench in Ferreros.
I looked around and couldn’t see him.
I picked up the note.
“Read the cards, as you enjoy some wine. They are numbered.”
I looked into my lounge room and saw more candles, more Ferreros and more cards.
For the next ten minutes or so I read the different cards. Some were filled with anecdotes, some accompanied by pictures. My, previously, completely unromantic other half spent the time finding pictures of our best adventures and written about our favourite moments together and all the things we'd achieved.