When we tell people the story of our engagement, two details always stand out; the fact that I ruined the proposal and the fact that I promptly threw my ring in sweet and sour sauce and said to my now husband, “You’re so dumb!”
The weekend we got engaged, we were on a road trip to visit Joe’s grandma in Southern Utah. He had a few different ideas of where and how he wanted to propose to me while we were there, but none of them were working out for him. I was eager to be engaged and I was fairly certain Joe had the ring with him on our trip. I was also sick with an ear infection, laryngitis and had a sinus infection coming on, so I was extremely grumpy and impatient with him all weekend long.
Joe kept mentioning that he was craving Chinese food one day on our trip, so I finally told him that we should get some for lunch the next day. That night I had a dream that he put my ring in a fortune cookie at the Chinese food place and proposed to me that way. All the next morning, I was paranoid and text my friend about how I’d had this dream and I really thought it might happen because he’d passed up so many good opportunities to propose during the weekend and I had to get the ring sometime.
After Joe picked up our takeout (for our “romantic” lunch date at his grandma’s kitchen table), he came back and got our food all put on plates, complete with our fortune cookies. I moved my fortune cookies off of my plate so that I wouldn’t get sauce on it and tried to decide if it felt like a ring was in there, but it didn’t. I was still paranoid and suspicious. When we finished eating, I picked up my fortune cookie and Joe sort of reached for his but then he changed his mind. I didn’t like that he was just watching me (we usually open them together), so I told him that he should open his too and he told me, “No.” Our dialogue went something like this:
Me: “Are you sure you don’t want to read yours?”
Me: “Why not?”
Joe: “You should just read yours first.”
Me: “Can I read yours for you?”
Me: “I’ll just read it for you, ok?”
I picked up his cookie and he kind of shrugged at me, so I cracked it open and saw the bottom part of the ring
Me: “You’re so dumb!”
Joe got down on one knee and I kissed him before he said anything…Oh, and I’d put my ring on my plate in my sauce.
Joe: “Will you marry me?”
Me: “Yeah” or “Uh huh” or something like that.
Joe: “You were supposed to open your cookie first.”
The paper inside my cookie said, ‘Just say “Yes!”‘. I always teased Joe that if he waited too long to actually propose, I’d say no to him.
Our proposal might not have been perfect or been Joe’s first choice for how he wanted to propose, but it ended up being perfect for us. I’m glad he was able to overlook my grumpy, impatient mood and love me anyway. This month we’re celebrating three years of marriage and we couldn’t be happier!
Thank you for sharing your engagement story with us Amberly and Joe! We’re just relieved you decided to open the cookie instead of biting into it. Congratulations on over 3 years of marriage! You are well on your way to a happy life together. We are thrilled to share your story here.
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