Uh Oh Proposal

For a number of reasons, including the fact that our 6 year anniversary was fast approaching, I had a feeling my beautiful ring, which I had chosen months earlier, was probably hidden somewhere in our apartment. Being a little bit crazy ridiculous, and not dealing well with surprises, I found myself browsing the areas of the apartment I thought were most likely to safely house her. After days of this browsing and pretty much exploring every possibility I had given up…until 2 days before our anniversary. While changing into comfy clothes after school, my eyes glanced up and I realized there was a heap of clothing Mr Elk never touched at the top of the closet, almost completely out of my reach. I had never checked under this heap! I stuck my hand under, got on my tippy toes, and felt the edge of something hard… this was it!!! I couldn’t stop myself. In all my craziness I grabbed it and tried on the ring.

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It was GORGEOUS and now that I knew it was there I could put it back and leave it be until the proposal, right? WRONG. I was so excited that even though I placed the box back in its hiding spot, I found myself drawn back to try it on again. I reached up and grabbed it and…….the box BROKE!!! AHHHHH! I didn’t know what to do. Mr Elk was in the other room and there was no fixing the box. I shoved the broken box back in its hiding spot and prayed that he would think he was the one who broke it.

The day after I broke the box, I went to school as usual but was freaking out inside. I was on my surgery rotation, which entailed very long hours so there was no time for me to be alone in the apartment to fix the box. Moreover, the box had already been broken for a number of hours. If Mr Elk had checked on it and found it broken and then came back to a normal box, he would obviously know I had found the ring. There was nothing for me to do but hope he believed he broke the box himself.

I came home that evening nervous. It had been a long day and I just wanted to collapse on the couch, but Mr Elk as usual decided to pick me up and throw me on the bed. As we lie there, talking about our day, he reached under the pillow, pulled out the ring box and said “so…will you marry me?”. I burst into tears; apologizing profusely for my ring seeking behavior…it was obvious he knew. I don’t even think I said yes! Luckily, I didn’t ruin things too much. He was planning on giving me the ring in the same way but one day later on our anniversary. And there you have my zany proposal story. And while he could be angry, Mr Elk says he wouldn’t expect anything else from me. He knows I don’t deal well with surprises, and moreover he is glad he has something silly to hold over my head whenever we may have disagreements in the future.

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Has the possibility of a proposal sent you into crazy town?