Being a serious planner, I was very eager to find out when Brandon was going to propose. I had a feeling it was going to be around the time of our year anniversary but wasn’t absolutely sure. I’m very impatient! We looked at rings, spoke of wedding fantasies and our future together. However, I didn’t hear any hints or see any clues as to an upcoming proposal. Not until…
the day before our anniversary. I was at my parents house and my dad got a strange phone call and then asked me to leave. He never had a problem speaking on the phone with me in the room. The weird look on his face told me that something was going on. After his phone call, he left the room and being the impatient, eager and excited daughter that I am, I checked the call log to see Brandon’s number as the previous call. I knew he was going to propose on our anniversary. Now my curiosity turned to nervousness.
To date, this is the most awkward night of our relationship. I knew he was going to do it but wasn’t going to let on that I knew. I’m sure my jittery conversation wasn’t helping his nerves. The tension was so high between us. I guess it was the first time that we kept a secret from each other and weren’t dealing with it very well.
He drove us to the Burbank airport, a rather weird place to be. He told me we were having dinner at the airport, but a woman came out to greet us and told us that our helicopter would be ready soon. My mouth dropped open.
A little background on my husband would be helpful. He is a writer and camera guy for movies and commercials. I figured if he were to propose, it would be a huge undertaking or during the most mundane activity in our lives. Evidently, he took it to the extreme.
We got in the helicopter and flew towards the Pacific coast at sunset. We watched the sun slipping behind the ocean as we flew over the beach. The helicopter then turned inland and flew to downtown LA. It landed on the old courthouse and left us there. The nerves were as high as we were in the sky! He held my hand and got down on a knee, almost shaking as he handed me the ring and asked me to marry him. He put the ring on my finger as the city lights encircled us. It was magical. It was our love story.
The helicopter returned us to the airport. Afterwards, we had an amazing 7 course meal at Bastide in Hollywood. I don’t buy into fairytales, but somehow, I was living one.