I have the quintessential "meet-cute" story about how I met Wonderhubby in November 2000. In fact, it's so adorable that I already had written it and posted it here.
But what I had never talked about is "the proposal."
One reason I haven't written about it is that it was a highly identifiable event, and although you could probably find me and my family from my posts if you really worked at it, I do try to be generic enough here to ensure some semblance of privacy. (Plus Roo-girl would TOTALLY kill me if she were truly recognizable!)
Anyway, I am going to try to describe this one without making it an "Aha!" moment.
So, here we go.
Wonderhubby, when he was still Wonderboyfriend, had every intention of marrying me. He offered up little hints that indicated that (like "when I move to Yourtown ..." and similar comments), but when the "M" word came up in conversation, I had a tendency to gag or get the shakes.
You see, my previous experience was not so hot, and he knew it. He did like to tweak me about it, though, just to see my reaction, but after awhile, I think he felt sorry for me and told me this:
"We are going to put a moratorium on discussing marriage (*shiver*) until after Z-man's bar mitzvah."
This was about a year and a half away at the time. (See? I told you he had every intention of marrying me almost from the start.)
When Z-man's bar mitzvah had passed (September 2003), I knew it was coming -- and I had somehow managed to stop freaking out at the concept.
But that concept continued to go unspoken.
And then we went out of town.
Now you know that Wonderhubby and I both sing. We both sing in choruses that have worldwide chapters and competitions. It was my turn to have a major competition with thousands of women and choruses and ... uh ... stuff!
My entire chorus knew what was coming. In fact, they were TOLD what was coming while I was out of the room. I suspect I was the only one within a radius of about 100 miles who DIDN'T.
His original plan was to post it on the Jumbotron, but apparently some whacked-out woman once sued a sports venue for doing this (she felt ... um ... pressured to say yes), so the arena where we were having our competition refused to allow it.
*Insert eyeroll here*
So THAT didn't happen. (And what I didn't know didn't hurt me, right?)
Anyway, we didn't do as well as we had wanted to in this competition, but we were all partying fools and had planned a Saturday night get-together with another chorus.
As part of the festivities, my chorus got up to perform for the crowd -- there were about 500 people in the room, all told.
We sang one song. Then we sang an arrangement of "You Are My Sunshine" that always rocks my world.
"Wait," said my director, as we sang the last notes. "We have a little unfinished business we need to take care of. Janet? Can you come here for a second?"
I looked at her funny and hesitatingly came forward from my fourth-row position.
And up to the front of the crowd walked my Wonderboyfriend. And he began to speak.
"Because you are my sunshine," he said, "... and because I don't want to live without sunshine in my life ..."
And then he dropped to one knee.
A shriek ran through the crowd as it became clear what was happening.
My knees were jelly, and I could barely stand myself. Ultimately, I think, I ended up in his arms, while everyone was screaming around me.
And then they made me go back to my spot to sing.
This post is part of Rambling by Reba's How I Met My Honey carnival. Yes, I did cheat by being slightly off-topic. Oh well!