or did you have an odd moment of tearless joy like me
Mr. Sword was very VERY aware of the fact that I wanted to have my family nearby after the proposal. Back around Christmas there was a wee bit of drama (and by drama I mean tears) when I decided he missed the “perfect”? opportunity, but all was resolved and I realized what a psycho I was being so I vowed to back off and just let him handle things.
When we found out that Mom and Dad Sword were visiting us in Chicago one weekend in February, I had inkling he would seize the opportunity. I know it sounds sort of weird to some. Why wouldn’t I want to be alone with Mr. Sword for such a special moment? Well, why do I blog about my innermost thoughts? Why do I like to perform in front of people? Why do I share private details of my life with complete strangers? All of these are great questions. The answer is, I love people, and my good news is your good news and vice-versa. I just wanted to be able to hug my mom after the proposal, and luckily I got to do just that!
So all day on Saturday after picking up my parents from the airport, I was going back and forth wondering if this would be the day. It ended up being the day we stood in line for over three hours to see the top of Willis Tower. I heard later that Mr. Sword said to Dad Sword, “I’d like to marry your daughter,”? while we were at the top overlooking the city skyline. My dad, true to form, answered with a low fist pump to show his excitement. Later that night, he passed the good news on to Mom Sword, and her next step was to quiz Mr. Sword to make sure he was marrying me because he wanted to and not because I was forcing him into it like some wedding-crazed freak (thanks, Mom!). He confirmed what I already knew and told her he wanted to marry me. Then (while Dad Sword and I were working on my taxes), Mom Sword and Mr. Sword thought up the terrible brilliant plan of Dad Sword pretending he wanted to see the top of Trump Tower the very next day after church.
So on our way to church the very next morning, Dad Sword suggested this idea and Mom Sword agreeed to it, solidifying my suspicions. I mean, I come from a whole line of strong women and matriarchal families—since when does Dad Sword get to dictate where we go next? This is when I started to get nervous.
After church, Dad Sword and Mr. Sword went back to the apartment to find that *gasp* the Trump Tower bar is closed due to it being off-season. He then discovered that most of his ideal proposal locations were closed for that same reason and started to panic. Eventually, they told Mom Sword that they would meet us at the John Hancock Building at 3 PM. Of course, it made no sense for us to wait in more lines to go back to the top of yet another tall building to see yet another amazing view UNLESS it was so Mr. Sword could propose!!
Meanwhile, I was shopping with Mom Sword and having to use the bathroom every 30 minutes to umm, you know, because I was soooo nervous! Finally, we met up with them and took the elevator to the Signature Lounge (essentially the wine and cocktail bar) of the John Hancock Building. We found a table and ordered drinks. I held his hand tightly and squeezed it multiple times to let him know everything would be OK. I later heard that Mr. Sword gave my mom a look of “I can’t do this in front of so many people!!!”? Poor Mr. Sword is a very shy person, which makes our proposal even more lovely and memorable because he stepped out of his comfort zone just for me!
Suddenly Mom Sword blatantly discreetly took my camera from me and headed over to the window to check out the view. I debated going to the bathroom or not before deciding to follow her to the window.
And then”?Mr. Sword came up behind me,2016年六和彩开奖记录, put his hand on the small of my back, and at that moment I entered into what I like to call “the haze of happiness.”? He told me he loved me and that he wanted to continue loving me for the rest of his life. He got down on one knee, opened the ring box, and said, “Will you marry me?”? (YEAH!!!)
Then I said weird things like, “Ohmigosh,” “I can’t believe it,” and “Thank you!”? All before saying “YES YES.”? We hugged and kissed, Mom Sword started to get teary-eyed,6·, and we took more pictures. My parents were literally beaming, poor Mr. Sword was shaking, and I was dumbfounded by the fact that I wasn’t crying. Instead of tears, I was simply floating in my happy haze attempting to process every amazing moment.
My man did a FANTASTIC job, and just because I knew it was coming does not make it any less special. Life works out the way it’s supposed to, and I wasn’t meant to get engaged at the top of Trump Tower. The John Hancock, on the other hand, is the place he took me for dinner the first time we celebrated my birthday together. It’s a place I go with my nanny kids all the time, and the Signature Lounge is one of my favorite spots in the whole city to take out-of-town guests for a fancy drink. And now, when I take someone up to the 96th floor, I can walk over to the window where I got engaged and relive the special moment all over again.
(all photos personal)
I know Miss Lyre had an idea about her proposal too. Did anyone else see it coming? For those criers out there, did you cry when your partner popped the question, or did you have an odd moment of tearless joy like me?Tags: chicagoproposal BLOGGER Mrs. Sword Location: Chicago Occupation: Nanny/Actress Wedding Date: March 2013 Venue: Embassy Suites Bloomington West in Bloomington, MN --> PREVIOUS POSTGallery of the Day NEXT POSTA Trip As Sweet As Honey Related Posts Up Up and Away07/08/16 @ 11:17 am Nailed It, Part II: A Horseshoe Engagement Story03/15/16 @ 11:27 am Birds of a Feather Flock Together: The Proposal02/24/16 @ 8:22 am The Proposal: Setting Down Some Ground Rules02/23/16 @ 8:33 am