I had been dating Brad for five and a half years before he proposed to me. It was a long story in the making, with an ending that no one predicted. For quite awhile I had been dropping hints to him that I was ready for the next step, and I was trying to figure where he was at. I worked at Martin & Martin jewelers, so every time a new engagement ring was put in the showcase that I liked, I was calling him and telling him. It got to the point where I stopped asking because I had no clue if and when he would ever propose.
In April of 2008, we decided to go to Las Vegas with some family and friends for a long weekend. The first thing Brad did when we got to Vegas was make dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant at the Venetian hotel. I was excited to try something new and he seemed really anxious to go. It was a really romantic dinner, where we talked about our future together and just had a great time. After dinner he suggested going on the Gondola ride, however after seeing the line I asked if we could do something else. I had been wearing heels and my feet were killing me! He seemed a little bugged by this, but he said no problem.
As we were walking out of the Venetian, he asked if we could go to the Paris hotel and go up the Eiffel Tower. I said fine, but we needed to get a taxi. Everything looks closer than it is in Vegas, and it is no fun walking in heels! As we were walking, I started to get a little restless and wanted to go back to the hotel room. He wouldn't budge and kept saying that he wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower. So a little fight ensued, but we still headed to the Paris hotel. By the time we got there our tempers had flared a little.
As fate would have it, we reached the entrance to the Eiffel Tower and a sign was posted saying it was closed due to the wind. Needless to say, Brad was quite upset and I couldn't understand why. It was just a ride. So we went back to our room, which we were sharing with our friends, and neither of us was in a good mood. I was tired and my feet were killing, but I still could not figure out what was wrong with Brad. As we walked into the hotel room, our friends just looked at Brad and said that they were going downstairs.
When we were alone, I asked him why he was so upset and he said that I wouldn't understand. But right then and there, he grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. He said that he knew that I was the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and that he loved me so much. He then got on one knee and proposed to me in the hotel room. Right then and there, it hit me why he wanted to go on the Gondola ride and Eiffel Tower ride, and I felt horrible! I started balling and said, "Yes! I'll marry you!"
He had put so much thought into this weekend and nothing went his way. He had worked with my co-workers to find out which engagement ring style I wanted. He worked it out with my family and friends to meet up after the dinner and ride to celebrate. I had no clue what was going on behind my back. It was still the most romantic moment of my life! I cannot wait to start out our lives together!