I was told to share our proposal story. It does seem appropriate, as that seems to be where a lot of our inspiration is coming from! So, without further ado, I give you the events from May 8, 2007 at the California Grill.
Our dinner reservation wasn't until 9:10 or something just as late. David wanted to be sure that we could see Wishes from up there. However, his dad insisted on leaving for the Contemporary at 6:30. He was worried we might get lost, as they were used to staying on property. Between him and David, they cracked me up. Looking back, it is hard to tell who was more nervous! So what did we do to kill time? Took pictures of course!
FINALLY it was time that we could head up and get an appetizer at least. I wasn't allowed to walk over with David to check in, his mom wanted to talk. Ok, I'm still clueless. We shared one of the flatbreads while we were waiting for our table to be ready. And this is where all of David's planning starts to come in. As the restaurant prepares for Wishes, David starts to lead me towards the back balcony (the one farthest from MK). I turn to ask his mom and dad if they are coming, and Momma C says "No, I don't really care for heights, we'll watch from in here." ok, once again, no biggie. We walk to the far end up the balcony and find a spot. (The whole reason I couldn't walk up with David when he checked in was because he was asking where a quieter, more private spot would be). I stood at the railing, David behind me. Normally he'll wrap two arms around me, hugging me from behind, but no, I just got one. once again, no big deal. I noticed he had his hand in pocket, but was still clueless.
David kept explaining what was happening during Wishes. It was a new show for me, and we couldn't hear the soundtrack. Right after A Bolt out of the Blue, he whispers in my ear: "Will you marry me?" I turn, thinking he's kidding, to see him holding a ring box. I was so stunned, I didn't even answer him! He kind of looks at me like, well? All I could do was nod. I had no idea that he had planned on asking, and couldn't answer him. I had to move the ring I was wearing (a promise ring he had just given me for Valentine's Day) so he could slip the ring on. Then I just hugged him until I could recover and start thinking again! When I could finally start talking again, he told me I had to call my mom and dad, they had known and he had asked their permission, so he knew they would want to hear from me. After I talked to them, I had to call our friend Jill, as she had known everything too.
While I was talking to Jill, the buzzer for the table started going off. It was in my purse. I had seen someone kept coming to the door and looking out - I thought maybe the managers always checked on what was happening on the balconies during the fireworks. No - the assistant manager was checking to see what I said! His mom was starting to get inpatient, and the manager figured the buzzer was the most unobtrusive way of getting us in! There were congratulations all around, then we headed towards our table, where there was another surprise waiting for me!
Already engraved with our names and the date. David had truly thought of everything, from the little details that would help make it special, to the fact that I would prefer the actual proposal to be a private moment between us. Then followed a champagne toast and dinner!
Momma C and her Ramps and Potato Ravioli
I had the Grilled Pork Tenderloin with Creamy Goat Cheese Polenta
David had the
Pan-Roasted Atlantic Salmon
And Poppa C had the Wild Alaskan Halibut with Ramps
All of us on a very happy night
But there was still one surprise yet to come. Our waitress asked if we would like dessert, and David said no for all of us. Strange, but ok. But that was because....
The Mickey cake was huge! We only ate one of his ears that night, we took it back to the condo and had it for breakfast the rest of the week. I was so surprised that night. David had put a lot of time and thought into this. It was an amazing evening that I wouldn't trade for any knight in shining armor down on one knee fantasy.