My fiancé and I had been together for five years off and on, most of which was spent in a long distance relationship…by the time he moved to live up here with me, it was pretty much a given that we were getting engaged and getting married.
One of the things I was a little sad about was that since it was such a given, that I wouldn’t have a really sweet engagement story to tell our kids…I told him this, and unknown to me, he went about trying to make sure that wouldn’t happen–he bought the ring, secretly, and hid it in the last place I’d look, under the seat in my own car. Then he told me he wanted to go see the Lord of the Rings museum exhibit, we’re both huge fantasy fans.
We went to see the exhibit that weekend, and when we got to the room that showcased the ‘One Ring’, he asked me if I thought it really was the One Ring…I was only half paying attention, and said something like ‘Sure, why not.’ His reply was, ‘I don’t think it is…I think THIS one is’. When I turned around to see what he was talking about, it was on his knees right there in the middle of the museum, proposing.