Once inside the “Lakeland Square Mall”,
Sandy and I soon found ourselves standing beside a glass case of engagement rings. As we waited for a clerk to help us, we looked at each other with big smiles on our faces. Our relationship had brought us to this place and the reality of it was surrounding us there in that store.After looking at a few “prospect rings”, we moved on to another jewelers.
It was the place that I had purchased the amethyst pendant for Sandy a few months ago. A sales lady named Anna, helped us and began showing Sandy the rings that caught her eye. Before long, Sandy was trying on a ring that the store referred to as, “The Paris Ring
”, because it resembled the Eiffel Tower. Sandy has been to Paris, so I was anxious to see what she thought about this one. At first, she didn’t think she liked it, but as she spent a little bit more time with it, she began to become very fond of the ring. By the time we left the store, she was declaring it one of her favorites that she had seen thus far that day.As I realized how much she liked “The Paris Ring“, I knew more and more that that was the one that I wanted to get for her.
We looked at one more store, but I said before going into it that we weren’t going to find anything that compared to the ring she liked, and I was right.
The next day after I left work for the evening, I went back to that jewelers. Before I knew it, I had purchased the ring that Sandy raved over the previous day. I now had in my possession the very ring that I would ask Sandy to marry me with!
When I got in my car and closed the door, I shouted “WHOOO!”
a couple times at the top of my lungs. Much like I did at the end of my first date with Sandy, once I was in the quiet confines of my car.All I had to do now was figure out when to propose.
Immediately, my thoughts went to the upcoming 4th of July weekend. We could celebrate all three days and Sandy could show off her “BLING” to everyone the whole time.
There was actually one more thing left to do first though; I had to let her Dad know what I was planning on doing.
So, that same night, I emailed him:Mr. Vasquez,“…I would like to meet with you briefly sometime on Friday during the day...if your schedule allows. Sandy can't know that I want to meet with you though, so maybe we can make it look spontaneous as if it was your whole idea? Whatever will provide a way that I could get a few minutes to talk with just you. …Please don't let Sandy know that I emailed you or wanted to meet up. It has to do with surprising her later.”
The next night, I called her Dad, by his request, to set up “a time to meet”. Since I wasn’t completely clear in my email (because I was wanting to talk about it face to face), he asked what it was that I was wanting to do for Sandy? I said, “well actually…I was wanting to ask her to marry me!
” “OH, I see!”,
he replied. After we chatted for a few moments, I had received his blessing.
That was Tuesday night, it wasn’t until Thursday afternoon that I had begun to get a clear picture as to “how
” I was going to do this.