Our Proposal Story (From His Perspective)
Two years ago tomorrow, Brian asked me to marry him. As much as I would love to retell the story, Brian is the one who put in all the work to plan the proposal. I think it's only fair to give him the stage. So, here are Brian’s unedited words on how he proposed…
how he proposed from brian:
Two years ago it was a Sunday night and I asked Lindsae to marry me. Most date nights don’t occur on Sundays. So when we got offered concert tickets for the same evening Lindsae suggested we pass on dinner together and head to Columbus to take in the concert with friends instead. I put my foot down. “No,” I said. “We’re going to dinner.” Lindsae balked. “But I thought you wanted to see Brett Eldridge?” “We’re going to dinner,” I maintained.
I had been traveling for work the previously week and I suggested that dinner in town would be a better way to spend quality time together rather than a concert. Lindsae bought it for the time being.
The truth was that I had already made plans. Dinner reservations at our favorite spot, and more concretely I’d already coordinated with a photographer to capture the engagement. I had told her cousin Tori and called her parents and mine to tell them it was happening. The stage was set. There wasn’t going to be a change of plans.
Previously, Lindsae had done her fair share of hinting as I imagine most women do. “Make sure my nails are done.” “Make sure there’s a photographer.” “Make sure I look cute. I don’t want you to ask me when I’m wearing yoga pants.” Being a good listener (eh-hem) I took these things into account as I planned the engagement - requesting a friend in town suggest they go get their nails done together, researching a local photographer, and picking a location and an occasion that would be right for the moment. I even got a safe deposit box at the bank to keep the ring safe and out of the house for the two weeks between when I purchased it and the big day.
At dinner I frequently checked my front pocket under the table to reassure myself that the ring, which I had stashed away in an unobtrusive ziplock bag (instead of the bulky ring box) was still there. And right before we left the restaurant I went to the bathroom to text the photographer, “On our way!!”
As we left dinner I suggested we walk through campus (toward the pre-planned engagement site) to enjoy the beautiful evening. By this point I thought Lindsae was on to me. I was nervous and couldn’t think of the right kind of small talk, so we quietly walked toward the main quad of campus. When we reached the spot I had coordinated with the photographer I dropped down to one knee and totally forgot everything I was going to say. Lindsae says she blacked out too. I remember she shook her head “Yes” and covered her mouth as she smiled and cried.
While the quad was fairly empty there was an older couple who spotted our engagement from across the green. As I stood back up and Lindsae and I hugged each other the woman yelled, “Oh my gosh, he’s proposing!!!” and “Woooo! Go Bobcats!!” as her husband prodded her to leave us alone.
Our photographer approached us, showed us the pictures she captured and said, “You paid me for an hour. Want to take more photos?” So we did, afterward returning to the car to hug, call family and friends, and begin fielding questions like, “Have you picked a date yet?”
Hope you enjoyed Brian's retelling of how he proposed.
Xx,
Linds
