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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Proposal Story

Hemlock Bridge, Fryeburg Maine
via my other blog, Ran Away to Maine
Four months ago yesterday, I got engaged. It seems like it's been so, so much longer than that. I haven't talked about my proposal much. No one really asked, I think because everyone close to me knew that Spencer and I had talked about marriage quite a bit and they didn't think when he finally officially proposed it would be a big deal. In a way, that's correct. Spencer didn't plan out some overzealous proposal, there was no slideshow in a movie theater, no hot air balloons. It was simple. He got tongue-tied. We laughed. No strangers were there, snapping pictures of the spectacle. It was perfect. And it was a big deal to me.

I knew the general time frame. I knew he was going to officially propose soon. We had planned to go to Portland to run some errands and for our anniversary dinner, but the day came and I would not get out of bed. I don't know what was wrong with me, I was so dead-tired I just couldn't stay awake for more than 30 seconds. Spencer tried waking me up for hours and hours and eventually gave up.

We didn't go to Portland that day.

The next day, I woke up with ease. We ran some errands closer to home, did some shopping at Old Navy, and headed home. On the way home we stopped by Hemlock Bridge, an old historic bridge that was built in 1857, and got out of the car. I knew he was about to do it. We usually spend a lot of time by the bridge, Spencer fishes and I enjoy the fresh air and look around for moose tracks. It's a beautiful, relaxing spot (when it's not crowded with tourists).

We walked around for a bit, I looked down at the ground for a second, and when I looked up Spencer was holding the ring in his hand. He wasn't on one knee, which I was thankful for because I've never been a fan of that tradition. He started to ask me, got tongue-tied, and we both starting cracking up and hugging. Spencer was still trying to say something, fighting his laughter, and got tongue-tied again. I reached for the ring and said, "gimme dat." It was perfect and I think it was very "us."

And yes, Spencer was originally planning on proposing to me while we were in Portland. At first I felt terrible about foiling this plan, but I love when, where, and how we got engaged.

Hemlock Bridge, Fryeburg Maine

4 comments on "The Proposal Story"
  1. This is beautiful! It doesn't need to be all fancy. As long as you love one another any moment is a magical one!
    Niki xox

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  2. Awwwwww I love reading engagement stories!! I agree that the whole with standing on his knee would be too much. You guys look so cute together!! Congratulations on your engagement! 🎉💗💋😍❤️🌺

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