My (now) husband and I started talking about marriage pretty soon after we started dating and had discussed where we would live, when we would get married and even bought my engagement ring together.
(Side note: I used to think that helping to pick out your engagement ring was so unromantic and awful…until I spent an entire day trying to find ONE ring I loved. You would think that the simple desire for a solitaire would prove to be easy to fulfill but OH NO IT WAS NOT. However. It was all worth it because I love my ring.)
I was pretty sure we were going to get engaged on the day we did, in fact, get engaged. We went for dinner at a nice restaurant at the local ski hill and even went for a horse-drawn sleigh ride. (There was was a shortage of snow, so it ended up being a horse-drawn wagon ride…through the parking lot. It was quite comical, actually.) We then left the mountain and went for a drive along the lake and got out to walk on the docks (On December 30th, mind you) and my (now) husband got down on one knee and proposed. It was a beautiful night (albeit cold) and the dock we got engaged on is in the small town that we’ve lived in for the past ten years. I see the spot often and smile every time.
I wouldn’t change a thing about the proposal. Unless, you know, the engagement had involved a trip to somewhere tropical.
The Daily Mail published an article outlining a survey that found that 26% (one in FOUR) women hated the way their husbands proposed and still more people didn’t hate their proposal but would have changed aspects of it.
How about you? Are you happy with how your proposal went down, or would you have a do-over if you could?