Jamie Lynn P.
For my 25th birthday, my boyfriend, Jay, surprised me by taking me to Iceland. It has been my lifelong wish to see the Aurora Borealis (also known as the Northern Lights), and Iceland in January was supposed to be sensational.
Upon arrival in Iceland, all my expectations were met! The first couple of nights, we stayed up after midnight to try to spot the Northern Lights from our terrace. Unfortunately, it was too cloudy. At one point during the week, Jay went crazy because he thought he lost his glove. I remember thinking to myself, "They're just gloves - we can always get a new pair!" Little did I know what was hidden inside! Good thing I found it for him (it was right where he left it).
The third day arrived and it was beautiful! The sun was shining, the skies were clear, and we were having an adventure exploring downtown Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland. We got back to our hotel late at night, and all I wanted to do was rest after a long, eventful day. He convinced me to go outside anyway, just to see if we'd be lucky enough to see the Lights on this clear evening. Once again, we had no luck! However, since it was such a beautiful night, we decided to step outside and admire the sky. It was a little after midnight, when he casually asked me to point out the Big Dipper and Little Dipper. As I pointed out the constellations, I felt like we were the only two people in the entire world.
I turned around to hug him and grabbed his left hand. For some reason, Jay kept pushing my hand away, and I began to get anxious when he started professing his love for me through tears. I assumed he was just overcome with emotion (it was a breathtaking view and moment, after all). I kept reassuring him that I loved him too, and that I always would. Then Jay said, "I know we haven't seen the lights yet, but I don't want to wait anymore." Still clueless, I replied, "We don't have to wait for the lights, we can look again tomorrow night."
It was then that he dropped to his knees and I finally realized what he was about to do. The next few moments were a complete blur. After three "Will you marry me's," (he claims that he had to ask three times because I was too busy saying "Oh my goodness, what? Oh my goodness, are you serious?"), I finally said, "Of course I'll marry you!" Then he slid the ring on my finger, I dropped to my knees in the snow with him and I became the happiest girl in the world. Afterward, he told me that his original plan was to propose to me under the Northern Lights and that he told my parents a few days before we left for our trip. Sometimes things don't go exactly as planned - they turn out even better. After that night, searching for the Northern Lights wasn't such a priority for me anymore.