This is the history of our anniversaries:
First Anniversary: We went back to our honeymoon spot and stayed in a gorgeous luxury suite.
Second Anniversary: Embarrassing, but we forgot and did nothing.
Third Anniversary: We watched an episode of House and ate black bean burgers on the couch. I wrote this post.
Forth Anniversary: Peter was gone on a business trip, so I wrote our love story in three parts (part 1, part 2, part 3).
This year for our fifth anniversary I decided to write about Peter’s proposal of marriage in two parts.
Today: pre-proposal background
Tomorrow: proposal (or more accurately, the anti-proposal)
Peter and I started dating during my senior year of college. At the time I was applying for graduate school and jobs. I intended to pursue an MA in publication design, and my back-up plan was to start working and apply again after a year of work.
I was accepted and decided to attend a program in Baltimore. Peter and I had been dating for a year, and I wanted to marry him. Things were going really well with us, but as much as I liked him, it didn’t make sense to put my life on hold in Salt Lake while hoping for a proposal.
Peter and I had talked about marriage a LOT. I’d even picked out a ring a few months previous, but Peter just couldn’t wrap his head around the concept of being married. Forever. We were both very young (24) and he had a lot of school ahead, so he was dragging his feet a bit.
So I began my preparations for school/moving. I paid my deposit, I registered for classes, I called the local ward’s RS president and got housing information, and I booked plane tickets for my mom and me to go apartment hunting.
About a month before I was to leave, Peter asked my dad for my hand in marriage. Their conversation lasted over an hour in my parent’s bedroom, my dad was wearing a suit, and he had memorized a prepared list of about 20 questions to ask Peter. I’m sure it was terrifying, but Peter survived and got my dad’s blessing.
Weeks later, Peter still hadn’t proposed, and I was still headed to Baltimore. My parents more or less told me to move on because Peter must have changed his mind. I kept hoping he would propose, but he did nothing. I continued my preparations for Baltimore.
FOUR days before I was to leave for my apartment-hunting trip (and about 2.5-3 weeks before classes started), the anti-proposal happened.
To be continued…