In the summer of 2009, Adam brought me on a picnic at East Carlton Park and asked me to marry him.
It really was the best marriage proposal I could have asked for. We’d planned for months to have a picnic at East Carlton Park. Last year before we even met one of the first things he wanted to show me on my visit was the park where he used to go with his family. We had such a nice time there that we wanted to return for a picnic but we just ran out of time. But this year, we planned our menu months in advance, went food shopping, checked the weather, and secured a ride.
The weather was perfect, and it all looked just as beautiful as last year. Adam asked me if I wanted to eat first or walk around. I said we could wander around until we found a nice place for our spread, but he already knew right where he wanted our picnic. Instead of going over to the busy picnic tables, he guided me to an area with open flat fields, spotted with trees, and a few distant houses. It was much quieter there. He let me choose a big pretty tree to sit beside, we spread out the blanket, and dug in.
We packed way too much food. I mostly focused on the prawn salad, which Adam didn’t even want to try. Actually, I noticed he wasn’t eating much at all. I kept encouraging him, after all, we’d planned on the scotch eggs, pork pies and everything for months, but he said he was fine. We finished off with little chocolate cakes and strawberries: I fed him one and he fed one to me. Then he read the journal I was keeping for the trip while I took a few photos.
Once we finished Adam offered to clean up, and had me stay with the blanket since he wanted to sit for a little while before we walked around. I thought it was odd; we could easily clean up in a little while once we were ready to go. But it was sweet of him to offer, so I let him go ahead.
As I watched him go, I leaned back, thinking what a perfect day it was with the gentle breeze and the warm sun. It felt so nice that I just wanted to stay there and drink it all in forever. So when he got back and sat back down with me, I gave him a hug and kiss and told him that I love him.
“I love you too,” he said, “and that is why…”
Oh my God.
This is it, I’m about to get engaged!
This could not be more a perfect proposal!
Adam pulled a little gold box from his coat from his coat for me to open. Then he opened the little green box inside to show me the ring and asked, “Will you marry me?” Of course I said yes and asked him, “Will you put it on me?” So he did, and finally romantic engagement was official, and it felt amazing. The start of a new chapter for our relationship.
If I thought it was a beautiful day prior to his perfect proposal (and it really was, I’d practically forgotten about getting engaged because we were just having such a nice time that I was living in the moment) as we walked around the park after that, I felt like a million dollars. I wanted to tell everyone we walked past, “LOOK, ADAM PROPOSED AND I SAID YES!” Instead I just grinned like an idiot and looked down at my ring every 30 seconds. All glittery and sparkly in the sunshine. I couldn’t believe that beautiful and important thing was mine, and the man I loved wanted me to have it, and him, forever. I’m not anyone’s girlfriend anymore and I’m never going to be again. I’m a FIANCEE. And now everyone can see that Adam and I are promised to each other forever.
We got the same ice creams as last year before it was time to go. I asked if he had let his mom know he was proposing today and he said he did. So I showed her the ring after we got in the car before she started it, to let her know it was official. Though I know in her mind the day we picked out the ring was the real start of our engagement, she was still happy for us. When we got back his mom’s partner shook Adam’s hand and told him, “Well done.” They let us know they had champagne for us before we head back to Adam’s house.
We told his brother when we got back, and then went to Adam’s room to relax. But before he even turned on the TV he was snoring. All worn out, haha.
We ended the day with a quiet Indian take out for the two of us, to celebrate. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. Or maybe I should say, the perfect start to our romantic engagement.