The final part of my conversion to Catholicism will be posted on Friday! But in the meantime, here's the story of how my husband proposed to me. I love getting to read other people's engagement stories - if you do, too, go visit Betty Beguiles and read lots more! Thanks for the fun topic, Hallie!
I knew when Gregory was going to propose to me. I didn't really need or expect it to be a surprise. And by that time (a whopping two years after we'd started dating), I'd already had a full year's subscription to a bridal magazine. I just needed the ring that I knew he had bought so I could officially start planning our wedding!
He had moved back to his hometown and started working, and I was flying out to visit him. I pulled out every item in my closet and agonized over each outfit. Finally I carefully packed a dress or skirt for each day. I wanted to look good in the pictures when he finally popped the question!
The evening I flew in we went out to dinner. I put on a dress and giggled in anticipation. It didn't happen that night. That would be far too cliche for my beau.
The next day I donned a sweet skirt. It didn't happen that day. How long was he going to make me wait?!
The next day I again pulled on a skirt. But that morning Greg suggested we go for a bike ride. I looked in my suitcase with dismay. The only workout clothes I had brought were a t-shirt and shorts, and it was too cold for that. In all honesty, it was too cold for all the cute summery dresses I had packed, but I was doggedly wearing them anyway!
I borrowed a pair of my husband's track pants and a sweater and off we went. After deciding that it was actually too cold to bike, we hopped in the car and went for a drive. On a whim Greg decided to take me up a tower at a nearby tourist site. At the top we looked around.
"Is this a good time for me to propose?" Greg asked.
"Really? Yes!!" I squealed.
Greg pulled out the ring that he'd been carrying around all week and slipped it on my finger. He didn't even bother asking if I would marry him, as it was a given! I was elated.
And it didn't even matter that I was wearing sweats.