My proposal was funny and cute. My boyfriend and I were hosting a party on one Saturday. I had a feeling that it could be "the day" because we would then get to share it with friends. I called my dad on the Monday before and told him I thought Steve was going to propose on Saturday morning. He had planned a run on the boardwalk, along the Atlantic Ocean, where he grew up vacationing and we spent most of our summer weekends. Steve called my dad and asked for permission shortly after I spoke with him. My father was thinking in his head, "Oh, this poor boy, my daughter has you all figured out,"
On that Friday night, I learned that my middle sister, who lives in San Diego, was going on an evening cliff walk and then to dinner with her boyfriend; I just knew that meant that they were getting engaged. So, with a lot of guilt, I turned my phone off because I knew that if Steve heard they were engaged, he wouldn't want to steal their thunder and wouldn't propose to me. I felt terrible not being able to congratulate my sister that night.
We woke up on Saturday morning as planned and went to the boardwalk. As we stepped onto the boardwalk, Steve said he had a better idea than going running; he got on his knee and pulled the ring out of his pocket. It was wonderful and so exciting. Needless to say, we didn't go for that run, but we walked and talked and kissed. We finally called my parents at 9:30 in the morning and told them. They were delighted, knowing at my sisters and I were all now engaged.
My dad wanted me to call my sister in San Diego, even though it was 6:30 am! I ended up conference calling her with my mom and my dad on speaker. When she answered, we both exclaimed, "I'm engaged!" We now have one heck of a 2009, my wedding is in June in Pennsylvania, my middle sister's is in August in San Diego, and my youngest sister's is in October in Connecticut.