About 2 weeks before the actual proposal we started talking about marriage. We already picked a date (08/08/10), a dream venue (mansion in Rhode Island), the style, decor, ambiance. Pretty much everything without a formal proposal.
Not that I really needed one or ever tought about getting married. Little did I know Mr. B was already ring shopping and his brother and one of his friend already knew. On the night of our 8th month anniversary (04/08/09) we were having dinner at my parents and Mr. B was really anxious to go home to celebrate just the two of us.
When we finally got home we were out of wine to celebrate and Mr. B was really insistent that we got one at this liquor store that is part of an hotel right by our appartment. Mr B worked really hard to get me out of the appartment that night. I knew that the liquor store would be closed since it was a Wednesday night. He said that even if it was closed we could at least take our baby pinsher for a walk. I finally agreed even tough I was exhausted. Obviously the store was closed ( I was so right!!) and Mr. B said that we should walk to the boardwalk overlooking the St-Lawrence river because our dog loves it.
I dragged my feet to the boardwalk really mad that we weren't going back home right away because it was cold and snowing. He then asked me to run under a gazebo with the dog following me. When I got there Mr. B was on his knee playing with the dog. I was looking at him when he took out of his pocket a little white box which I tought was a toy for the dog.
It's only when he opened it and asked me if I wanted to be his wife that I realized what was happening. I was crying and we were hugging and kissing. It was a total surprise since I imagined he would ask me at the end of the summer after his sister's wedding. I wouldn't change anything to the proposal it was so laidback and so us. Me, looking the worst I have ever looked. Him, sweet and toughtful as usual. Us, doing the same things that we do all the time.
Don't ask me if I said yes I have no idea but Mr B says I did, but what I remember the most vividly is the air with the snow and the cold, his face and the way he was holding me.
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