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He Said Of Course

So. I've been dating this boy named Sammy for quite some time. And we've been making plans for quite some time. And we've been praying for quite some time. And I even tried on wedding dresses. Well, I got tired of waiting, so I decided to propose to Sammy.

First, I've been googling how to propose to your boyfriend for quite some time, just curious if I was crazy or if other ladies do this as well. It turns out they do! And in Ireland woman propose to their men on leap day. Since there isn't another leap day coming around for quite some time, I decided to just do it. The plan came together very quickly. I wrote a little speech and decided that I was going to put the ring in a donut. The only problem was, I didn't have a car. So my mom so very nicely drove me around to all the different places.
But we had to get some dinner first. We went to the ever so healthy McDonalds and ordered up some grub. They told us to pull forward and wait. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Nothing happened. So I went inside and told them we didn't get our food. They'd accidentally given it to another car. So we waited some more. And some more. They brought us the wrong food. We waited some more. Then finally I went inside again as the man came out the door. It was quite the wait.

While we were waiting, I texted Sammy's mom and asked her for permission to marry him. Out of everyone, she's been showing the most resistance towards us getting married. THAT was scary. She was really confused and I got a whole lot of !!!!'s in her messages, but she said that this was between me and Sammy. And that isn't the guy supposed to propose? I said yeah, but I couldn't wait any longer. (Plus, it's 2013. And when have I ever done things the right way?)

Next we picked up the ring. I didn't want to get Sammy his official official wedding ring yet, so I got him a stand in. We found one that looked just like this ring I've had for years in his size so that was exciting! Then, we headed to Krispy Kreme for the donut. Then I placed said ring in said donut.
The drive to Sammy's work was the worst! I had the nerves so bad. When we finally got out of the car, I felt like I was going to throw up. I literally felt my food coming up. I was so scared. I have a whole lot of respect out there for the men of the world who ask women to marry them. You go guys! But then I walked into the store, my mom started to record, and I read him my speech, got down on my knees and asked him.

He said of course. : )

We were both so giggly afterwards, it was so exciting. All of his coworkers were so excited for him which was great to see. It's a really exciting moment! I proposed! He said yes! We're getting married! I can't wait! I'm so happy right now : )


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  1. AnonymousJune 23, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    That's so different how you proposed to him! I'm SO happy for you! :)

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