I recently got engaged, and I haven’t gotten tired of telling our proposal story, which was truly the best proposal of all time. One of the most frequently asked questions I have received since getting engaged has been “was it a surprise?”. The answer to this question is both yes and no.
It started a month before the actual proposal, around the time of our two year anniversary when Daniel told me that he had a surprise for me. I have a love-hate relationship with surprises, and waiting a month for a surprise is almost like a form of torture! On the other side, Daniel loves driving me crazy with surprises and watching me go crazy trying to figure out what it is. After begging for hints, a week before I got home, Daniel told me he was going to make me a three-course meal and we were going to get dressed up as well. That’s when my brain started working overtime and insanity began to set in.
Upon my arrival home, I still had an entire week to wait before the night of the surprise, and after almost driving Daniel to the point of insanity trying to keep it a secret, I promised to stop trying to weedle it out of him. However, Daniel underestimated my sneakiness and while he had a medical test, I was left alone in a waiting room with his phone for a whole hour and a half. Like any normal person, I went through his call history and googled every unidentified number. To my satisfaction, I found one number from a few weeks earlier that belonged to a jewellery store. My sneakiness did not end there, and I devised a plan to find out for sure that the surprise was in fact, from there. That afternoon, I told him he had to call and make sure that the surprise, whatever it was, would be ready in time for Friday. After he called, I inconspicuously stole his phone and confirmed my suspicions! At the very moment I figured out the phone number, Daniel told me to give him back his phone so he could delete the call history. Too bad he was a few hours too late; I knew it was jewellery (or a Disney figurine).
So, going into Friday night, I was 80% sure a proposal was coming. I had gotten my nails done, bought a new dress and spent hours on my hair. And then I walked in the door. The minute I walked in, Daniel (looking handsome in his suit, I might add) immediately began to lower expectations. He told me he had two surprises for me: a fun surprise and a thoughtful surprise. He led me through to the living room to show me the ‘thoughtful surprise’: He had rearranged the living room and put a small table in with a beautiful sunflower centrepiece. With the ‘fun surprise’ left, that’s when I started to doubt my assumption. While he finished up dinner, I went to the washroom and quickly texted a friend to tell her “it’s not what we thought. He’s calling it a fun surprise.” We began our dinner of crab cakes, followed by chicken stuffed with ham, cheese and artichokes with risotto and sautéed kale and peppers, I still have dreams about that chicken, it was absolutely delicious!
After dinner, I could not wait any longer, and asked if I could get my surprise yet. So Daniel went into his room, and came out with….a sunflower umbrella! I was floored. It was beautiful, and I liked it, but after all my trouble of figuring out the jewellery store number, I couldn’t believe it, and I let him know. “What about Independent Jewellers?? You called them! I checked your phone!” Daniel deflected my questions by claiming he had anticipated my sneakiness and had called them as red herrings. I was annoyed and amused at the same time, couldn’t believe the lengths he went to and felt rather foolish for being so sure a proposal was coming. Daniel then suggested we watch something before dessert, so we watched a top gear (what else??) and I grumbled for an hour and Daniel convincingly apologised for fooling me so thoroughly.
Daniel then went to get dessert ready (lemon cake with raspberry filling) while I waited downstairs and texted another friend about the sunflower umbrella, at that point completely convinced there would be no other surprises that evening. Five minutes later, Daniel came and led me upstairs for dessert. He led me into the living room, and sitting on the table was the cake with something written on it. As I got closer, I saw the word “marry,” the glitter of a ring and began freaking out, exclaiming “You have GOT to be kidding me!” It took me at least five minutes to stop communicating in shrieks, alternating between kissing Daniel and storming away from him. The rest of the evening was a blur as we called family and friends and celebrated with our parents. I cannot wait to get home and enjoy being a newly engaged couple as we begin to plan our wedding next August, after Daniel has recovered from his transplant. It was the best surprise ever, precisely because I didn’t think it would be a surprise. I really love my sunflower umbrella now, and it was great for our engagement pictures, which took place in the middle of a downpour!
The rearranged living room, complete with table for two and sunflowers!
Homemade stuffed chicken! I’m marrying an awesome cook!
Our engagement cake!