Since I’m on the theme of ROMANCE and traveling this week…. I’d like to share a story with you..
It’s a story of relaxation, romance, nerves and comedy. A story that will show you that every-single-day, even in the midst of “romance”, there is laughter in our lives.
The year was 2003, the month was March, and we hopped on a plane for a tropical vacation in Jamaica to celebrate hubby’s b-day.
A little back story…
Hubby was still “in-training” at this point. He still had boyfriend status but we were pretty serious. And, after we planned our getaway, there were some really odd, suspicious things leading up to our trip.
Let me highlight a few for you:
- I debated getting my nails done before the trip because I was tied up with a lot of last minute work but oddly enough my roommate at the time, insisted I should find the time to go.
- Hubby, who normally, could care less about my nails, expressed concern that I would not fit in a manicure…..(hmmmmmm??)…….
- Hubby was, in general, just a wee bit off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why he was so odd, but let’s just say he was more odd than usual.
- Hubby is also very bad liar… he’s gets all jittery and you can tell that he’s hiding something (a great trait in a marriage by the way — since I can pretty much always tell when he’s not sharing the whole story!)
Ok, let’s jump back to the trip.
We had previously gone engagement ring shopping, everyone seemed oddly concerned about my nails, hubby-to-be was acting strange and we were headed on a very romantic all-inclusive vacation. Could it be that he was about to propose?? I’m anxious and excited and pretty sure that I’m right BUT, I don’t share my suspicions with anyone.
We get to Jamaica and we have to take a bus ride to our hotel (it’s about an hour away). At one point the bus stops at a rest area and, when we get off, hubby leaves ALL his bags on the bus (even his carry on). Now, I’m paying very close attention to his behavior, so I realize that not only has he left his bags, but I can clearly see that there are not odd bulges in hubby’s pants (hey, get your mind out of the gutter). So it’s pretty obvious he’s not carrying a ring box. I’m totally deflated and I’m shocked about how I’ve misread all these signs. But, frozen cocktails here I come…. so, I’m certain I’ll survive!
Fast forward a bit.
We’ve checked into our hotel. I’m tired (we’ve been traveling since very early morning). I’m unshowered. I’m wishing hubby had used this romantic trip to propose but I’m going to make the best of it.
The bell hop walks us to our room all the while pointing our great romantic spots around the hotel. and then he takes his time walking us to the balcony in our room, showing us the mini bar, explaining the safe and hubby is all weird again. He’s sort of pushing the guy out of our room, he’s all antsy and trying very hard to speed this guy up (who’s obviously on island time and not privy to Hubby’s agenda).
Hubby went through all this trouble to take me to a tropical paradise, with sunsets, beautiful beaches, and fine dining — endless romantic proposal opportunities — and he proposes to me in the hotel room about 2 minutes after we check in!
NOW THAT’S ROMANCE!
Apparently he couldn’t contain his nerves anymore and since he was just busting at the seams he felt he had to do it RIGHT away! How cute is he??!!
I later say to him. “Hubby, I was suspicious but, after I saw you leave your bag on the bus I was convinced I was wrong”
Hubby replies: “Yeah, that was to throw you off!”
Me: “Really? Well it sure worked. I couldn’t see a box in your pocket and I was sure you wouldn’t leave it on the bus so I figured I’d misread everything”
Hubby: “Oh boy… OK, I’ll come clean… it wasn’t to throw you off at all. I really did leave the ring in the bag on the bus, and I was freaking out the entire time worrying that it would be stolen when we got back on!”
Me: “Oh God, you really left it on the bus”
Hubby: “Yeah, I’m a moron… but I’m your moron now!”
And that’s the story of my engagement and I’m now reminded of it every time we take a tropical vacation…. it just set the stage for all that was to come: Funny stories, laughter, comedy and a marriage filled with endless “romance”.
Love you baby!
Do you have a funny proposal story? If so, I’d love to hear it!