About a month into dating, I bought the book 101 Questions to Ask Before you Get Engaged and we started discussing it. Question 5 was to tell 3 reasons why someone would want to marry you and 3 reasons they would not. Then we started talking about what it would look like to have an August engagement and a December wedding.
At this point, we saw each other a few nights per week after work. We did some kind of activity together on Saturday, went to church on Sunday, and usually had lunch with my parents before I went to Polish Folk Dancing practice on Sunday afternoon.
Towards the end of March, we started talking about engagement rings. Tim asked if I wanted a diamond or something like an emerald or sapphire? I told him that traditionally, the man should pick out the ring. He thought that was silly since I would be the one wearing it.
March 28, we were at the mall walking around and decided to “start” looking at engagement rings. We really liked the setting on one ring with two diamonds and a dark blue sapphire in the middle. But I really liked the lighter blue topaz on a different ring. The clerk at Helzberg convinced us to buy both rings and they could just switch the stones. Tim gave me the other ring as a promise ring until we were officially engaged.
The following week, Tim asked my parents for their blessing to marry me while I went to a meeting for my mission trip to Kentucky. The church I was attending was very conservative and it was common for the man to ask permission of a girl’s father before proposing. Tim thought it was silly but humored me anyway. He asked both of my parents because he thought it was weird to ask just my dad and he wasn’t really looking for permission anyway.
On April 10, 2009, We drove to Pennsylvania to spend Easter with Tim’s parents. I met his parents Friday night. We hit it off really well. They actually reminded me of my parents. His dad loves history and was very hospitable. He asked about me and my family. His mom has a servant’s heart and was ready to make all of Tim’s favorite meals and treats. She was easy to talk to as well and we talked about things like the house and food.
We did a lot of running around on Saturday morning. I knew Tim was planning to propose that day, I just didn’t know any details. So whenever we went somewhere, I kept wondering if he was going to ask me.
Eventually, we drove to Shikellamy State Park because we were planning to go to a scenic overlook in the trees where you could also see the Susquehena River below. But halfway up the mountain we discovered that the road was still closed for the winter! So we had to go back down. Then we went to a park in the marina below.
We walked around and held hands. I kept thinking to myself, “okay this is it,” every time we walked past something cool like a little shelter or a swing. Eventually, we got to the end of the island on this little pier thing. And the view was so beautiful! You could see the mountain we tried to go up, a really cool looking bridge, lots of trees, and the river was beautiful. So I was really excited and started taking pictures of the scenery.
After I had taken pictures of everything, Tim came up behind me, put his hand in his pocket, pulled out the ring and said, “Will you marry me?” And I, like a dork said, “You’re not going to get on your knee?” He kind of rolled his eyes at me, smiled, got on one knee and asked again. To which I replied, “Yes. Of course I will marry you!” He got up and hugged me. And then he gave me my first kiss! We asked someone walking by to take a picture of us together and then headed to the car to call family to announce our engagement.
Sunday we went to church and his mom didn’t know how to introduce me to people. I was her future daughter in law, her daughter in law to be, Tim’s fiance, and Tim’s future wife. All at different times. His Grandma came over for Easter dinner. I also met his brother, an aunt, and an uncle.
On Monday, we drove home from Pennsylvania. We stopped at King of Prussia Mall on the way home. It was huge. We pretty much held hands the whole drive home. Tim must have been sitting at a funny angle because by the time we got to my house his side was really sore.