Our Engagement Story

A little pressure can be a good thing. I always attribute my engagement actually happening to my mother-in-law.

Alexis was in Chicago for the summer and I was drowning in classes and work on the other side of the country. We were dating before he left but had never actually discussed what our plans were for the future. To my surprise, Alexis stayed in contact while in Chicago, so I assumed that meant he was still interested. An occasional text turned to a late night phone call which turned into a nightly routine of skyping. Alexis and I had been a “thing” (whether official or broken up) for several months now and we cared a lot about each other.

One night, when we were discussing the “M” word (Yes, “Marriage.” It was the only way I could talk about it with Alexis without him going all boyish on me and changing the subject), we came to the conclusion that yes, we probably should spend the rest of eternity together. We just liked each other that much I suppose.

It was Memorial Day weekend and my parents were in town. Alexis called his mom and told her that he was thinking about getting married, although he wasn’t for sure. The next day while I was at lunch with my parents, I got a phone call from Alexis. This was way out of the ordinary because he worked long hours and was always very busy. He then proceeded to tell me that within the last twelve hours, his mom had spread the news of his upcoming engagement to every member of his extended family. Even long-lost relatives he had never met from Mexico were messaging him their congratulations.

 

“I guess we’re getting married,” he said nervously.

 

Like I said, a little pressure can be good sometimes.

Fast-forward probably another twelve hours and cue my mother-in-law again. Alexis and I were planning on making this whole marriage-eternity-I-love-you thing public at the end of June, when I was scheduled to fly to Seattle to meet his family. However, my mother-in-law talked some sense into us and asked why we would even wait that long? So Alexis packed up his bags and hopped onto the next available plane. Which put him on another plane. And still another (Poor guy. He did a lot of traveling and layovers for this).

His plane finally got into town late Thursday Night. I picked him up from a friend’s house Friday after work. Saturday morning we went to the jewelers. I absolutely did not want to pick out my ring. I felt this way for two reasons: first, it’s so much more fun to be surprised. Second, I didn’t want to make it awkward if I fell in love with a ring that was out of Alexis’s budget. But I did go with Alexis to get my finger measured and I did show Alexis my Pinterest board full of engagement rings that I liked. But other than that he was on his own.

Saturday night we went on a road trip out of town with a group of people to visit some friends. We came back late Sunday night.

Monday I had work and an evening class. Alexis picked me up afterwards and we went to grab some dinner. We ordered some take-out from a mom-and-pop Chinese restaurant, grabbed some snacks at a gas station, and headed to the lake nearby.

Alexis had told me that he wouldn’t have the ring until the end of the week, so I wasn’t really expecting anything until then. At the lake we ate dinner, chatted about our day, and enjoyed the general splendor of being two people in love.

As a distraction, Alexis gave me some food and told me to feed two ducks nearby. Oblivious, I happily set out on my task of feeding the birds. One of the ducks began biting the other and wouldn’t let it eat anything. Appalled, I kept turning back to Alexis and exclaiming, “Did you see that?” I was so distracted by the ducks that I hadn’t noticed what Alexis was doing. He acknowledged all my commentary on the duck fighting and went back to nervously fumbling around in his backpack.

After a few minutes of duck feeding, Alexis sat me down at our picnic table and handed me a stack of photos. Photos are a big deal in my family. My home is littered with them and the photoprinter employee at the store recognizes us whenever we walk in.

I began thumbing through the photos. Some were of us, some were of Alexis in Chicago, and some were of Alexis and his family. I reached a photo that was a snapshot from a motivational video Alexis and I loved. I laughed that this was included in the pile and moved on to the next photo.

It was Alexis’s favorite picture of us. There was text written across it that said, “Will you marry me?” I smiled, thinking it was cute. I looked up from the photos to try and find Alexis but I couldn’t see him.

Confused, I turned around and there he was behind me, down on one knee with a little brown box. I gasped. Remember, Alexis said the ring wasn’t ready until the end of the week, so no, even with the photo that said “Will you marry me?” I wasn’t expecting a proposal.

I said “yes” and the rest is history. He’s a cutie and I love him. Two years later we’re still the best of friends and we have a little girl due in August. Life is good and we’re making our way towards our happily ever after.

 

What is your engagement story? I'd love to hear your experience in the comment section below!

 

Curious as to how we first met? Read our love story!

The snapshot from the motivational video. This was Alexis’s cue that the “Will you marry me?” photo was next in the pile.

The famous “Will you marry me?” photo.

I think he liked it, so he put a ring on it.

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