From BloggerBrides Fiance:

Every groom has a proposal story that they think was scary….mine REALLY was.

After reading BloggerBrides post about our engagement. I thought it might be cool to tell it from my point of view. After all, there’s two sides to every story…

I distinctly remember when I decided I was going to marry BB. I was in a meeting at work with my boss when out of nowhere the room went dark and silent. I got butterflies in my stomach. One thought kept running through my head: “I am going to marry BloggerBride”, “I am going to marry BloggerBride”. It was a pretty strong feeling. Over-whelming even. When I came out of my trance both the vendor and my boss were looking at me. Apparently one of them had asked me a question. I smiled and said yes.

That night I bought the ring. I felt good about, which is important. With all the pressure from BB, her friends and family I wanted to make sure I was doing this for me and her. Nobody else. I was happy with the ring and I was ready to propose…but I had no idea how.

I kept the ring for about a month hidden in my closet. I knew she wouldn’t find it. She never goes near my closet (your Christmas present is NOT in there). I had a couple of ideas for proposals but none of them felt right. When BB’s family asked me to go the cottage, I thought I’d bring along the ring, just in case.

Once we got to the cottage I knew this was it. It was perfect. The weather was great, her whole family was there and we were having a great time. I tried and tried to get BB’s dad alone so I could ask his permission. It was impossible. Either mother BB or brother BB were always around. By the time Sunday came, I knew if I had to go through with it and hoped he would understand.

Every bride-to-be thinks their proposal was special. But mine REALLY was.

We were up at my family’s cottage for Labor Day weekend. We have had our cottage since I was about five. It is the most special place in the world to me.

It was Sunday afternoon, it had been raining all day, but had stopped. My FI was out fishing with my brother. He came back to the cottage, got changed and asked me if I wanted to take a walk to the big fishing dock down the road. I said sure. We started to walk as the sun started to set. It actually started to set quickly… too quickly. My FI inexplicably asked me to start running down the very muddy road, to the dock. I said sure. (An Aside: Later he would tell me if I had bitched about running in the mud, the proposal never would have happened!) We ran hand and hand through the wet mud to the dock. We got there just as the sun was setting over the water. We sat at the end of the dock and my FI took my hand and said… some very sweet things that I have a hard time remembering because they ended in, “will you marry me?” I was shocked. I had no idea it was coming.

It was incredibly romantic.

Then he opened the ring box over the deep water below UPSIDE DOWN. I still cringe when I think how close we came to losing my ring to the gods of Lake Huron! But alas, the box was righted, and the ring fit. We stood up… and I melted down. I sobbed and sobbed like I have never sobbed before, you know, those full body shaking ones. I hyperventilated. But somewhere in there I managed to say, “YES”.