The Proposal

Women always say that the way a man proposes is a sign of how the rest of the marriage will be. Was it well thought out? Was it romantic? Was it sensative? Did his hands shake? His voice crack? Or, was it on a whim more like a last minute thought? Was he sick of you talking about it and just gave the ring to you? Did it happen at your parents house? To women its a huge deal, and if he is a keeper it will be to him too.

The History: When Casey and I went on our first date we both knew that it was more than what either of us had bargained for. He was goodlooking and charming but when a family friend Jen named him captian yummy I figured he was someone I wanted to keep around. The first date was on a friday at Kilarneys a local irish bar and grill in Temecula, California where my family lived. Over a live irish band and a rueban sandwhich I fell into major "like" with this boy. The next day most people would expect a call and atleast a text like maybe "thanks for the good time" or " lets do that again soon". Instead I got zero, nada, nothing. Sunday, I recieved a text saying lets meet up in Del Mar tomo and talk. Monday, I drove to Del Mar we met up at a little walking path along the beach. Casey led the way and I followed in total silence. We walked until we reached the end of a path and at the end there was a bench. He sat down and I followed having no idea what to expect. He went on to explain that he had a wonderful time on friday and that he liked me more than he had expected, that it scared him and he had something to tell me.

Casey said that he saw me as his wife, that he had this feeling that I was more than one date. But that he was going to be married in the temple, and that his wife would be a strong member of the church. He said he was torn and confused that he knew what he wanted and that I didnt fit that criteria, but he couldnt help but have the feeling that I was her. Long story short, this was the bench where I knew that I had a choice to make; take the lessons with the missonaries, or walk away.

The proposal: July 7th 2010 Casey took me to get frozen yogurt in Del Mar, we walked through shops, and made our way to the path along the beach. He took me to the bench and we sat and talked about how much we had grown together. Casey began to tell the story of what happened on that very bench so many months before. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! Soo sweet! That bench meant so much to us and now even more.

The proposal is so important, was it well thought out? Was it romantic? Was it sensative? Did his hands shake? His voice crack? yes, all of that and more.