The Proposal | About Jodi Marie

In honour of today being the third anniversary of the engagement to my handsome husband, I decided I would launch a new blog series called About Jodi Marie. About Jodi Marie posts will appear from time to time on the blog, and on these posts I will share a bit about who I am, what I do, and why I do what I do. Today, I would like to share my engagement story with you, as well as a few pictures from that evening. Our story isn't overly romantic, but it is precisely us. Enjoy. :) 

All day, on February 17, 2012, I felt nervous. Nic had been hyping up our "surprise" date so much and I had a sneaky feeling that he would propose. However, I kept telling myself that I shouldn't expect an engagement. I was worried that I'd be disappointed. But no matter how many times I told myself to NOT expect a proposal on this date, I couldn't help but still feel anxious and expectant.

I arrived at Nic's house in the evening and together we headed out to our "surprise." His brother gave me a few smiles and funny looks when we were leaving, but I didn't think much of it. After leaving Nic's house, we first headed to an insurance agency and got his car insured (it had been out of commission for eight months because of a car accident). Then Nic drove us to Port Moody, and I knew immediately that we'd be going to the Boathouse for dinner. The parking lot was full, and so was the restaurant. I wasn't sure I wanted to be proposed to in such a public space, so I was especially nervous. We sat down, ordered some food and drinks, and sat there, facing each other at the table. 

My meal came, but I had lost my appetite because of the nerves. My steak was extremely under cooked, which I discovered as I cut into it and blood gushed out. I don't do well with blood and had it sent back to the kitchen to be remade. Once it was returned, I could only manage a few bites. I kept expecting Nic to drop to one knee in the restaurant, or for a plate of dessert with the writing "will you marry me?" to appear. But it never happened. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. We ate our food, paid our bill, and left. No proposal. And I was so disappointed. 

On the ride back to his house, I held back tears as I said: "I thought you were going to propose tonight." Nic came up with some ridiculous excuse about how dinner was just his way of thanking me for all I had done to help get his car on the road. We got back to his house and he invited me in. I stayed for half an hour and we watched a TV show. I left as soon as the episode ended. The ride home was filled with sad Adele songs and an overwhelming sense of disappointment. The lump in my throat wouldn't go away, but I refused to cry. When I got home, I sat in my car for a few minutes to gather my thoughts and then I headed inside. I was upset and didn't want to talk to anyone, so I tried to sneak inside and rush upstairs. My mom asked a few questions along the way and I mumbled my answers as I ran up to my bedroom.

But when I got to my bedroom door, the door was closed. The door was never closed. A sign greeted me that read: "for all those times I never bought you flowers." I slowly opened my bedroom door to find many bouquets of flowers on my desk. Roses, tulips, lisianthus, wax flowers, mums, lilies and my favourite: my own orchid plant (like I'd always talked about wanting). I was in shock. I stood in front of the flowers and didn't know what to do. I looked around the room, trying to find someone to explain this, though I knew full well what was to come.  

Then Nic walked in the door, wearing a black blazer and a tie (both of which he hadn't been wearing at our earlier dinner). I start freaking out as he got down on one knee, pulled out a ring and asked the question: "Jodi, will you marry me." My response was first to apologize for being so short and upset with him earlier in the day. Nic simply said: "Jodi, the correct answer is yes." I started shaking, said yes, and before I knew it a perfect sparkling ring was on my finger. 

After placing that beautiful ring on my finger, Nic shared the background of the proposal with me. It was perfect. The details were amazing. All day he had captured the preparations through pictures and videos, so he could share them with me. The pictures and videos showed how incredibly excited he was. He talked about buying the flowers, he talked about asking my dad if he could marry me, he talked about how he went to Moore's to buy a skinny tie, and he talked about how much he loved me. We had a few moments to ourselves after he proposed to view those pictures and watch those videos. It was so special. He put so much thought into the proposal, and didn't blow his cover once. He even put up with my bad attitude at the restaurant and really, on our entire "surprise" date. Little did I know that he had something so beautiful planned for me. One of my biggest wishes with being proposed to was being fully surprised, and I had no idea how he'd pull it off (I'm a hard one to surprise). But somehow, he was able to surprise me in the most unexpected way. He knew that he would potentially have to "disappoint" me at our dinner date, in order to completely catch me off guard later on. I am so blessed to have such a kind and thoughtful man that I get to spend the rest of my life with. <3

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