Barhite: It’s OK to just pop the questionWritten by Brandi Barhite | Associate Editor | firstname.lastname@example.org
My husband proposed on the ninth anniversary of our first date.
He didn’t plan a scavenger hunt. He didn’t place an ad in a newspaper (although that would have been fitting). He didn’t take me on a trip.
And it was perfect.
A lot of people can’t believe we dated nine years, which made his decision to propose Dec. 26, 2006, even more perfect.
At the time, I lived in Sandusky and he lived in Millbury. We made plans to eat dinner at SamB’s in Bowling Green, which is where we dined on our first date.
I arrived at his duplex before he did, so I let myself in. I remember seeing this huge box on the front porch. I picked it up and it felt empty, so I pushed it toward the garbage.
I went in the house and sat on the couch. I watched TV. I called a few people.
When my boyfriend got home, he brought in the big box and said, “Why didn’t you bring this in?”
“I thought it was garbage,” I said.
“No, it is something for my bike,” he said. “Help me open it.”
I got down on the ground and ripped open the box. It was filled with foam peanuts. I started dumping them out … and there in the middle of the mess was a ring box.
I can’t say I was surprised. We dated for nine years, and I had said I didn’t want to celebrate 10 years without being husband and wife.
The delay in marriage was more me than him. I wanted to write and explore and live on my own.
As the years almost turned into a decade, we got into a routine of living our own lives during the week and coming together on the weekends.
So when he asked me to marry him on the ninth anniversary of our first date, I thought that was the perfect proposal.
With the ring on, we went to SamB’s. By ourselves. No photos. We didn’t even tell the server.
I know that over-the-top proposals are all the rage right now. I know that having my family there at the dinner would be the “in” thing to do. I know that my engagement story isn’t “Facebook worthy.”
I actually only have a few photos from that night and all of them are out of focus.
The only thing I need to remember is he asked – and I said yes.
Brandi Barhite is community ombudsman for Toledo Free Press and Toledo Free Press Star. She can be reached at email@example.com.