Malise Love Story Part 9: The Proposal
A week after I told Matt my “secret” about how I was pretty sure I wanted to marry him someday (read that part of the story here), he brought it up while we were saying goodnight on my porch. He said “remember that secret you told me last week? Yeah, me too.”
Earlier that day, I’d had a heart-to-heart with my friend Heather where she said “I think you know you’re going to marry him, and I think the fact that you haven’t told your dad yet means that you know but you’re scared to say it out loud.” And then I’d called my dad intending to talk about everything but Matt and ended up talking about only Matt and how my dad knew he was the one before I even brought him home.
So, Matt and I talked about potential times to get married and how that would work and when to get engaged. We planned on getting married in October which quickly turned into to August, and getting engaged in June or July which quickly turned into ASAP. I had been “almost engaged” twice before and although this felt different, I was still a little apprehensive. I knew things were really going to happen the day that Matt canceled his annual, beloved fishing trip to Alaska so we could have that money for our honeymoon. We went ring shopping a few days later and visited the temple together for our date night – which was a really special experience for me and just really confirmed everything I already knew and felt.
We picked out the ring on April 25th and I tried oh so hard to not spend all my time speculating on when and how he was going to propose, but also, it was pretty much always on my mind. I limited myself to telling two friends a day that I was getting married because I was so excited and couldn’t wait to tell them, but I also wanted a chance to make it official before I told the entire world. One night, Matt and I drove up to our favorite park and he told me that he’d picked up the ring a few days before, had plans to propose, and realized that they had given him the wrong ring! As I cried about how I just wanted to be engaged already, he told me about how they’d put our stone in the wrong model and they’d used the last ring they had in the correct model. There was one more in Washington and they were going to overnight it for him the next week, but it would still take a while before they could set the stone. Which meant we’d get it the following Friday.
On Mother’s Day, May 10th, 2015 (still a solid 6 days before we were expecting the ring to be finished) we had gone out to his mom’s house for lunch and as we finished eating, he asked me what I wanted to do that afternoon. I suggested a drive through Logan canyon and he said “Do you want to go to Bear Lake?” So we headed off to check both of those items off of our “dating bucket list” we had created a few weeks prior.
We drove all around the North part of Bear Lake, up into Idaho, and around to the east side. As we drove, I was telling him all about how I was so happy I knew when the ring was coming so I didn’t have to wonder any more. And how I loved surprises, but maybe they’re silly for engagements when you really do know you’re about to be proposed to, so you’re suspicious of everything anyway… (I blabbed about this for the entire drive.)
Matt played along and kept driving until we found a place to park on the east shore of the lake. We walked down to the water and hugged each other, talked, and just enjoyed the scenery. As we stood there, I thought “It’s really a shame that the ring won’t be here until next weekend, this would be such a perfect time to propose!” I wondered if he’d propose with a fake ring, but decided that wasn’t his style and focused on the conversation again. Then, he turned me around to face Logan Canyon off in the distance and asked me which spot in the mountains was the canyon. I thought “Too bad he doesn’t have the ring, this would be the perfect distraction for him to get it out of his pocket, but there’s no way he has it, so really we’re just talking about the dumb canyon.”
I turned around to hug him again and he got down on one knee and held out the ring box as I said “Are you serious???” I was shocked. He opened the box and I saw that it was the real ring and I said “Where did you get that!?” He smiled and asked me to marry him. I nodded, said yes before he could even finish his sentence, and started to cry.