The Proposal

As Maria in The Sound of Music says, “let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start”.  Yes, I know, I am a dork.  I already told you that.

Anyway, I’m going to tell you about Scott’s proposal.  We had been dating for about a year and 4 months.  It was April 2011, around my birthday.  Scott insisted we should go away for the weekend so we decided on Baltimore’s Inner Harbor.  He had never been there and I loved the place.  Done!

Scott would make a nice snack for this monster!

We both took Friday off of work and headed down.  We walked around the amazing aquarium for a few hours then headed to the hotel to check in.  After seeing all the fish and aquatic life there, we decided to board the Water Taxi (such a cute name for the little boat that shuttles you around the harbor) and have dinner at The Rusty Skupper.  Dinner proceeded with no proposal but that was okay.  We were having fun!

I'm not going to lie. I really thought this was going to be the moment he would pop the question.

Saturday dawned gloomy and rainy.  Actually, rainy is an understatement.  It poured all day!  But we made the most of it and visited the Maryland Science Center.  For hours we walked around, played with the  neat hands-on exhibits, and had a great time together.  We decided to head to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse for dinner, even though it was still pouring, and let me tell you, the food and service there was amazing!   We ate till we were ready to burst, but at the end of the evening we paid the check and left without Scott getting down on one knee.

I woke up Sunday morning disappointed and a bit sad.  Then I got mad at myself for letting my expectations get in the way of a fun getaway weekend and vowed to put all thoughts of rings and proposals out of my mind.  We packed our bags, took them to the car and decided to do one last tourist-y thing….check out the USS Constellation, a civil war ship docked in the harbor.  We boarded the ship and started to walk around reading the signs and taking pictures.   At the back of the ship (the stern?) Scott was acting a little strange.  He was leaning on the rail and staring off into space.

I asked him what was wrong and he said he was just thinking.  Hmmmm.  This should have been a clue but I just thought he was acting weird and brushed it off.  The next thing I knew, Scott took my hand and led me to the center of the deck under a gigantic mast, got down on one knee, held a sparkly ring up to me and said, “In the old Navy tradition, will you marry me?”  (I will explain this “tradition” in a sec.)  I was completely and utterly gobsmacked!  Just shocked!  I had decided that I had been wrong about this being the weekend and had put the idea so far out of my mind that I could hardly believe what I was seeing and hearing.  I asked him if he was serious, he said yes, and then I said yes!  Scott stood up, put the ring on my finger and just like that, we were engaged!  It was truly a moment I will never forget.

It didn’t take long for us to start planning our wedding, and I’ll write about some of those details in upcoming posts.  Thanks for following along on our exciting journey!

He asked!

PS – When Scott asked me to marry him, he mentioned a Navy tradition.  Afterwards I asked him about this and he explained that sailors in the Navy would often invite girlfriends on board after returning from a long tour at sea, then propose on deck.  So being the Navy man he is, he did the same, even though he’s been out of the service for years.  I still appreciate the gesture and love that our proposal site is so unique!