After last week’s throwback post about my first date with Seymour, I thought I’d share a little about our engagement. It, too, is a fun story, and one I love telling. 🙂
Seymour proposed on December 23, 2008, which happened to be my grandpa and step-grandma’s fifth wedding anniversary. He had just died three months prior, so it was rather a sad day for her. But not for me – I was anxiously awaiting the end of the day so I could get all gussied up for the ROTC military ball in a neighboring town.
I got my hair done after work, then hurried home to put on my beautiful black formal dress (complete with black gloves, pink wrap, and pretty tiara). When I came downstairs looking all pretty (and feeling it, too), Seymour gave me a beautiful corsage of purple carnations and orchids. Then we left for the ball at the Pipac Centre (fancy schmancy, if you didn’t know).
When we arrived, there were all of six cars in the parking lot. Seymour looked around and said, “That’s not right; there should be fifty or sixty cars here.” He parked the truck and said, “You stay here and I’ll go see what’s going on.”
He came back a few minutes later. “I have some really, really good news: we get to spend a romantic evening for two together!”
I responded immediately. “Why…?”
“Well, there was a misprint on the invitation and the ball was Saturday, December 13, not tonight. Apparently they never notified me of the correct date. But, I got us reservations at Ferrari’s, and we can go have a romantic dinner for two…”
So we went inside and the waitress showed us to a table, where I made Seymour laugh because I ordered chicken fettuccine like I always do. We sat and talked until the food came and in the meantime I felt rather overdressed because there was not a single person there who was even remotely as dressed up as I was, even though Ferrari’s is a pretty fancy place.
But I digress. In the middle of my lovely dinner, Seymour said he had something for me and pulled a slip of paper out of his wallet. “Do you remember when we took the kids out for Chinese a few months back?”
“Yes – one of them, or maybe both of them, were being picky about something. Why?”
“Well, when you read me your fortune, I nearly fell out of my seat.”
He passed me the slip of paper. It said: Remember this date in three months. Good things will happen to you.
“You laughed it off and threw it away, and while you took the kids out to the truck, I dug through the trash to find it.”
I looked at the slip of paper – he’d written the date on it and saved it. After he finished recounting the story of my fortune, he slid out of the booth, got down on one knee, and said, “I can’t promise that you’ll always be happy, but I can promise that I’ll never give up and that you’ll always have my best. Will you marry me?”
The wait staff at the restaurant took pictures the whole time. I thought I was dreaming. I was so stunned that for a very long moment, I couldn’t speak. Meanwhile, Seymour’s thinking, “Oh, crap! This is bad! She’s trying to figure out how to say no!”
In reality, I was trying to say yes. I finally managed to spit the words out, and then we danced while the staff took more pictures. He told me later that he’d been planning this since around Labor Day and he couldn’t believe it when I got my fortune that day in the restaurant. I thought it was amazingly sweet that he went back for it!
After we finished eating, he said that we had a stop to make before we could go home because my aunt wanted to see the ring.
“She knew?!” I exclaimed.
Turns out, when we got together for Christmas with my family on the 19th, Seymour and my aunt had disappeared together for a while. No one knew where they went, but apparently he had asked her for permission to marry me, then swore her to secrecy so I wouldn’t find out (nothing stays secret for long in my family).
We stopped and told my step-grandma first because we thought she would probably go to bed early. She was really excited, and took many pictures. She said it made her anniversary a happy one, even without my grandpa there, which made me tear up. We went to my aunt’s house next – and she was also really excited, and she took more pictures.
Finally, we went home and I called my sister. Yes, she was really excited, too. 🙂
It was a wonderful night, even if it didn’t go exactly how either one of us had planned. Of course, life never goes exactly how we plan, either, but I’m awfully glad I have Seymour to muddle through it with me.
What about you? Do you have any romantic stories you’d like to share? I’m a sucker for a good romance, so I hope you’ll tell me your stories in the comments. Have a great weekend, everybody, and don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and check out her awesome Photo Friday post! 🙂
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