A year ago today, Adam and I got engaged. Yes, the nameless Fiance has a name (and a blog!)! I decided since we’ve been engaged for one year, I’d “share” his name today since I’ve never actually mentioned it on here going from “boyfriend” to “fiance.” So in honor of the one year mark, which is one day after the “three months till the wedding day,” I figured I’d let HIM tell HIS side of how things went down.
It was a year ago today that I got down on one knee along the C&O Canal in Georgetown and asked Heidi to marry me. She said yes, and despite a homeless gentleman on the other side of the water rather loudly suggesting that we “get a room,” it was an incredible moment. Not sure what it says about us that we updated out relationship status on Facebook from my iPhone before calling our family though.
I knew I was going to marry her about a week after we’d started dating, which by the time we walk down the aisle in September will have been three years ago. That week begun with a whirlwind weekend involving a midnight tour of the U.S. Capitol Rotunda, many hours spent over drinks at the now defunct Finn MacCool’s near Eastern Market, and several trips to Dunkin’ Donuts. It ended with me smitten and babbling on to everyone I knew about this girl I’d met who I was certain I’d marry.
I’m quite proud of the fact that I was able to purchase the ring while we were in Connecticut together for my sister’s high school graduation, bring it back to DC in my carry-on luggage, and keep it hidden in my nightstand entirely without her knowledge. But about a week before I proposed I decided to abandon the complete element of surprise in order to build anticipation. This makes more sense if you know that Heidi absolutely hates not knowing something, particularly a surprise (ed note: this is entirely true. Given the fact that I’ve found every hiding spot my mother ever used for birthday/Christmas gifts since I was like 11 years old. I don’t hate surprises, nor do I hate being surprised, I just like being a sleuth!). So when I started casually dropping hints it drove her crazy. I made sure to work in some misinformation, so by the time Friday June 13th rolled around she may have known it was coming, but she didn’t know when, or where, or how.
(ed note: to set the scene better, the ring box was in his sunglasses case which he put in my purse. This would have been perfect had I not switched bags before we left forcing him to make an awkward swap.)
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