Paul and I had been dating for about two-and-half years when we started to look at engagement rings. By the time our third anniversary in December rolled around, I had started to lose hope that Paul would propose. I figured that because so much time had passed since we last looked at rings and because the holidays were a hectic time, I would have to wait until next year for the proposal. Boy was I wrong!
One day, Paul and I went to go and cut our Christmas tree down. Although I was excited to cut our tree for the first time, I was also tired from the evening before because I had attended our company's holiday party. After a lot of pushing, Paul finally convinced me to go. I bundled up in all of my winter clothes and threw on my snow boots. I was excited for this new adventure and for us to pick out our first Christmas tree together. We brought along all of the necessities: our tree permit, a saw, a tarp, water and our dog Bailey.
As we began to hike towards the trees, I realized that this was going to be a lot more work than I had originally signed up for. We ended up having to hike up a large hill to get to the majority of the trees. The incline of the hill felt like we were climbing straight up. With the snow piled high, it was certainly a workout. I was exhausted after almost forty minutes of hiking, and I would have taken any tree at that point. However, Paul was extremely insistent that we find the best tree ever. I was curious as to why he was so adamant on finding such a wonderful tree because those types of things don't usually matter much to Paul, but I brushed it off.
After another ten minutes of hiking, we ended up finding a wonderful tree, and Paul prepared to make the cut. The experience was very exciting because it was our first tree. After Paul made the first cut and the tree fell, we had to make a second cut so that the tree would be small enough to move. Paul asked if I wanted to make the second cut. At first I was hesitant, but I decided to give it a try because it would be my first time not only cutting a tree but also using a handsaw. I think Paul was a little nervous seeing me use the saw; however, I think he also enjoyed teaching me.
After the second cut was made, I was very proud of myself and asked Paul to take a picture. Paul went to grab the camera from his bag. When he turned around, he didn't have the camera but instead had a very nervous look on his face. I asked him if he was okay, and he responded by pulling a box out of his pocket and going down on one knee to ask, "Baby, will you marry me? " I was in complete shock. I couldn't speak for almost ten minutes. Once I came to my senses and wiped away all of my tears of joy, the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Did you ask me because I was able to use a hand saw? " Paul just laughed and said, "Of course not! But I may be able to breathe easier if you gave me an answer. " I had completely forgotten to say yes!
We ended up putting the tree on the tarp and pulling it out of the woods and back to the car. Overall, Paul couldn't have planned it any better! I will remember that moment every year when we go to cut down our tree. It will always be our special day, and our Christmas tree will always be significant to our family. I couldn't have imagined a more beautiful proposal than outside under the trees, with the most beautiful surroundings and just us and our dog. The setting and the proposal couldn't have been a more perfect fit for us.