The proposal was a perfect example of things not going according to plan. It was a normal Sunday afternoon. Jen was in the livingroom playing with Parker (our cat), and I was in the office getting a bit of work done to prepare for the short Thanksgiving week. The plan was to propose to Jen in two days.

I was just sitting there working and listening to Jen in the other room, when all of a sudden I was just overwhelmed with this feeling of anxiousness. I’ve got the ring hidden in the other room, and I could propose right now if I wanted to. Why was I waiting to do this? To have the perfect proposal that I had planned? So I decided right then and there that I was going to propose. I couldn’t wait any longer!

So I think to myself, how am I going to do this? As I was racking my brain, Jen calls me into the livingroom. Turns out she’s thrown Parker’s toy under the couch and she needed help getting it out from under there (she’s got a habit of doing this). This is it! This is how I’m going to propose!

I grab the ring, and I head into the livingroom. I go over to the couch, get down on the floor and reach under for Parker’s toy. I pull the toy out, and tell Jen that I found more of Parker’s toys under the couch. I pull each one out, one by one, then finally pull out the little black box. As I pull it out from under the couch, I get up on one knee and ask Jen if she’s seen this toy before. She comes closer to look, and says she’s never seen the toy before. As she gets closer, she realizes what it is, and I open up the box! I look her in the eyes and ask her to marry me. I’ll never forget the look on her face!