A Path Of Pebbles: Our Leap Day Proposal Story

29 February, 2012. 5.19 pm

I left work to light some candles and change into a dress.  The same one I wore for the first party Sarge and I threw together.

5.40

CJ kindly spent the evening in the living room so my PA could set a path of pebbles from the front door to the bedroom.

I stayed put, with a cup of coffee and a candy ring.

6.01

Sarge texted to say he was doing Senior Software Geek stuff and would be home by 8.  Instead of blowing out the candles and picking up the pebbles, I stayed in the bedroom for two and a half hours.  I couldn’t concentrate on my book.  Or breathe.  I may have managed to play Bejeweled Blitz, bargaining with my score.

8.43

I was down to two candles.  Sage came in with shopping bags and toilet paper.  ‘You got me pebbles.’  He might have cried before stepping into the bedroom.  And then I forgot the time.

He kisses me.

‘Are we going to do this with toilet rolls in your hand?’

‘No’, he says and puts the shopping away.  I’m still in the bedroom.  I may have been wondering if he’d jumped out the window.

He comes back.

I gave him two pebbles.

‘Now, I’m not balanced enough for one knee,’ I said.  And so, I got down on both.

And then I cried and said some mushy stuff, and ended with, ‘Will you marry me?’

And then he said some mushy stuff and cried and then I cried some more and we hugged and I might have said, ‘Wait, did you just say yes?’

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘Holy shit,’ I said.

And then he says, ‘Would you like to get up now?’

‘Yeah, now is good.’

I put the candy ring on his finger.

He reaches for something.  It’s a penguin.  It’s a penguin ring box.

‘What is THAT?’

I open the box.  It’s empty.

‘I thought we could choose one this weekend.’ And then he chooses another candy ring.  Gets on one knee and says, ‘You’re awesome.  Will you marry me?’

‘YES!’

Best proposal ever.  We asked each other.  I figure that’s a good start.

The candy rings are in the fridge, waiting to be varnished and framed.

On Saturday, we took Frodo Bob Box to Glasgow on the quest for the ring.  That day gets its own post!