I got so excited about sharing my planning with the hive, I nearly forgot the most important part - the proposal!
I love hearing proposal stories, even those of complete strangers. I used to watch A Wedding Story on TLC in college and tear up like a little creep in my dorm room while I ate oodles of noodles. Anyone else? Just me? Okay, moving on.
Mr. Jet and I talked about "forever" pretty early on in our relationship and we even moved in together after only 11 months of dating. We adopted our fur-baby Bruce and had settled in quite nicely into a little family groove. After 4 years of said-groove, I felt like I wanted to take the next step. I talked to Mr. Jet about the idea of marriage and we both felt strongly that we were ready for the commitment. Being the psycho, type-A that I am, of COURSE I had to physically. show. him. exactly. what. I. wanted. for. a. ring. ;) Subtle, I am not.
We shopped around and within a few months, Mr. Jet had the ring in pocket - er, in "guitar case" as I later found out.
A few weeks after Mr. Jet admitted to having the ring "somewhere hidden in our apartment", I was packing up for a two-week business trip to China. We went to dinner alone that night - no ring. We finished packing my suitcase and hugging it out - no ring. As I was on my way to bed, and figuring at that point it wasn't P-Day, I told Mr. Jet that I was a little relieved he didn't propose before I left for the trip - imagine how hard it would be to be proposed to then shipped off to a foreign country for two weeks with NO cell phone and NO Facebook?! (Oh, the horror).
After a very pregnant pause, Mr. Jet revealed that he was going to propose at the airport in just a few hours when he dropped me off for the trip.
He quickly added that he had another, better idea for later down the road but it was too late, I was already in tears claiming, "I RUINED IT! I RUINED EVERYTHING! I AM LITERALLY THE WORST!" (Is anyone else noticing my uncanny resemblance to Lucy van Pelt??)
Thankful for Mr. Jet's uncanny ability to talk me down from any ledge, I finished packing and the we arrived at Logan Airport the next morning before dawn.
As we hugged goodbye, Mr. Jet told me I hadn't ruined anything at all - and that I was far from the worst.
No matter the conversation the night before, Mr. Jet was determined to send me off to China has his fiancée - come hell or high (tearful) water! I, obviously, said yes and spent the next two weeks without a phone or Facebook to share the news. (THERE IS NO FACEBOOK IN CHINA, HOW AWFUL IS THAT?!) I did manage to send out a quick text and photo to my close friends and family: