Exactly one year ago, The Boy Who Would Become The Fiance and I were making plans for New Year's Eve. We had been invited to the annual party at a friend's, but since TBWWBTF was also taking one of his many financial license exams that morning, he requested a more laid-back evening. We decided to take games, the fixings for dinner, and our dog to my family's cabin and spend the holiday just the two of us.
He was nervous, but I thought it was because of his test in the morning. Now, a little over a year had passed since our first date. We had been shopping for houses for over two months and since he had been given the "no roommates without a ring" ultimatum, I had my suspicions. Who can blame me? We had been ring shopping months before and TBWWBTF had let it slip on Christmas Eve that he had asked for my parents' permission to marry me. He was like a little kid on, well, Christmas ... he couldn't contain himself. So yes, I knew The Big Question was coming. Did I know it was that night? No, I swore it was going to be Valentine's Day. Or Closing Day when we finally found a house. Or sometime just Later.
So that's why I put on a dress (at TBWWBTF suggestion), packed up a bunch of food and our Wii, and headed to the lake. TBWWBTF spent the evening teasing me about a present he had for me at midnight, something he said he didn't give me for Christmas. I love presents and I'm really bad with surprises, so I spent the evening quizzing him about it. Not gonna lie, once when he was in the bathroom, I weight-tested the gift and it was way too heavy to be a ring box. That was enough to put me off the trail, in spite of the signs. TBWWBTF had posted a facebook status update announcing that he was planning on popping the question, but told me his phone wasn't getting a signal in the Middle of Nowhere Cabin, which meant I couldn't check mine or spoil the surprise. He was blatantly nervous, and received an obscene number of text and emails from friends. That annoyed me, didn't they know we weren't coming to the party?!
Instead, we had an otherwise quiet night together.
We made dinner - steak, twice-baked potatoes with pesto, roasted asparagus, and cake for dessert. TBWWBTF "let me" win at Wii Boxing (twice) and we watched all of the silly NYE coverage on television.
Tucker Bear spent the whole night holed up in a chair like this. He could have cared less about the tension building in the room.
We drank champagne all night. A cheap one and an expensive one. I don't remember being able to tell the difference.
Finally, it was a minute to midnight! TBWWBTF refilled our glasses and hit play on my ipod - he had put together a special playlist for the moment. Frank Sinatra's "Let's Fall in Love" started. This is when things started to dawn on me, and I started getting a serious case of butterfly tummy. I remember thinking, "This could really be it!" We sat in front of the fireplace, counting down starting on the television...
3... 2... 1 ... HAPPY NEW YEAR! TBWWBTF and I kissed to commemorate the end and the beginning. And then I tore into my present.
Why, a martini glass. The kind I collect. But wait, what's that painted all over it? Are those wedding rings? My head started spinning and I could feel the nervous giggles start happening somewhere between my stomach and my throat. I looked at TBWWBTF ... he was on one knee and there was a little grey ring box in his hand. He was smiling, shaking a little, and trying to say something. The words were not happening. He was able to get out the simple question,
"Will you marry me?"
I wish I could say that I cried sweetly and said yes right away. Nope. Instead, I started laughing hysterically and completely inappropriately. Instead of "yes" there was a dozen or so, "ARE YOU SERIOUS????" And more laughter. And falling off the couch on top of TBWWBTF . And more "ARE YOU SERIOUS???" And putting the ring on. And laughing more.
I know that eventually I said yes, and after several calls to family and friends, the general shock wore off. I could not stop staring at my hand. I couldn't believe we were engaged. The Fiance's nerves had dissipated enough that he was finally able to tell me the words he had planned, but hadn't been able to get out in the moment. He said that he couldn't wait another minute of another year to ask me to marry him. He couldn't wait to plan our lives together. That's when I started crying. I don't remember ever feeling so happy.
That's how The Boy became The Fiance. 2009 started well for me, and turned out to be an amazing year in my life. 2010 certainly has a lot of potential to beat it, and I can't wait to see how this all turns out.
Have a safe and happy New Year!