Well, dear reader, you already know about my YEAR OF TENS. You've heard about our first date, our first kiss, and about the pre-proposal. Now we're getting closer to the real anniversaries. If you will recall, Brandon had asked my father for his blessing (to marry me) on the 3rd day of October. I had assumed the ring and official proposal would be forthcoming. Ha! Ha-ha! You would have thought so, too, eh? Well, BYU Homecoming had been on the 10th; it was romantic and sweet. We danced on a slow-moving train, next to a lake, under a full moon. Full moon! Lake! Homecoming! Fancy dress! Night-time! Did I mention the moonlight?! But no, dear reader. No proposal.
Man, I was ticked. Not ticked enough to fight with him, but I was simmering inside. I think part of it was fear, to be honest. Fear that he had changed his mind, although our relationship was pretty solid. I guess I just didn't understand why it was taking so long. And the fear thing. Darn the fear!
Anyway, I thought I was going to go insane. Finally, on October 17th, he told me we should go up Provo Canyon to see the leaves changing colors. I figured it would be a nice little adventure, and maybe I'd get a diamond ring out of it? But he postponed it until Tuesday, the 20th. By then, I figured I would be waiting for a while. It did cross my mind the morning of the 20th that he might choose this day because of it's "annviersary-ial" appeal (I love making up words, don't you?). See, he kissed me for the first time on June 20th. And "tens" have always had an appeal to us. So, why not?
I had written him a poem on the inside of a mushy-mushy card for the "anniversary." I assumed we would be exchanging some form of gifts (ooh, maybe I'd get a ring!?), but I was wrong. He had nothing for me. At least he didn't when I gave him the card! *sniff
He picked me up at 4PM. Or did I meet him at his office? (In the Clyde building.) Anyway, I know it was after 4PM and we were driving up the Alpine Loop (Aspen Grove way). We drove for a while, noticing the leaves were all on the ground (so much for seeing the colors!). We even stopped once and hiked around a bit.
We drove a bit further and got out to see the view, and then we got back in the car. Brandon mentioned how we should get back to Provo before it started to get dark.
I had resigned myself to the fact that it just wasn't going to happen, this proposal that refused to happen. We started back down the Aspen Grove way of the loop (it was too long to go through Alpine at this point), and just before the road curved right to go down into the valley, he pulled off onto this short road; it led up to the smallest/rockiest campsite overlooking all of Aspen Grove and down into Sundance. The sun was setting, and although the leaves (for the most part) were on the ground, you could still see yellow, red, and orange.
We got out of the car and Brandon said: Do you want your gift?
Brandon: Here it is.
He handed me a small piece of carved wood.
Brandon: It's a puzzle. I made it in Australia while I was on my mission. See if you can figure out how to open it.
me: Uh, okay.
I spent the next 5 minutes trying to figure out how the heck this "puzzle" worked. I felt dumb; I couldn't solve it! But finally, I figured out how to open it (you push one of the tiny holes inward and it pulls apart). Here are some pictures I took yesterday of the "puzzle" (which, now I know is actually called a Victorian Ring Box):
At the same time I realized the diamond ring was inside of this "puzzle", Brandon knelt down and took my hand. I looked at him and he said something akin to "Cheryl, will you marry me?" (it wasn't fancy or anything; simple and sweet)
I was shaking (which surprised me) and I said: Yes! Yes!
I was giddy. So giddy!
Someone asked me later if I cried. I said: No way! I was too excited to cry!
We took a few self-portraits with the camera (which are in a scrapbook and not on the computer, so you don't get to see them right now, unless enough of you beg me. If you beg hard enough, or if there are enough requests, I'll go scan them and post them later. But you have to grovel, people! Grovel! Just imagine! Pictures of Cheryl and Brandon from 10 years ago! What more could you want?) and then we got back in the car and headed home. I think we called my parents from the gas station --Will's Pit Stop, anyone?
So, there you have it. We got engaged! And I only had to wait 17 days for the proposal. I found out later he was just waiting for one more paycheck and for the ring to come in. When he put that diamond on my finger, it was paid in full, and that meant more to me than the 2 1/2 weeks I waited. It really did.
So, dear reader, tell me your proposal story! I want to hear all about it. Was it a surprise? Was it planned? Was it a disappointment? Was it a fulfillment of every wish? Looking back, does it even matter?