If I’ve ever had a dream proposal, this would have surpassed it five times over. Two weeks before Valentine’s 2002, my boyfriend informed me that he had a job interview with the company that we interned with and meet through during college. He said the interview was with the same women that had interviewed and hired us as interns and that she wanted me to come with him. He said it would be on the Friday after Valentine’s Day since we already had it scheduled off from our current jobs. I was glad to go because I liked the location and wouldn’t mind moving back.
As the week went on and we prepared to make the trip from Houston to Gulfport, MS my boyfriend just seemed to be weirding out which isn’t a stretch for him. We had decided not to exchange gifts for Valentine’s Day, so when he only produced a card I really didn’t think anything of it. We left Houston on Thursday evening heading to my parents home to spend the night since it is only 1.5 hours from Gulfport.
When we got up the next morning and started getting dressed, he and my father disappeared for about thirty minutes saying they were going to get gas. We started down the highway making all types of plans about where we would live and how soon would we move. The closer we got to Gulfport, the more I started to regret coming along with him. I tried to tell him that no one brings his girlfriend on an interview. But he just continued to assure me that they were expecting me and said they would be looking for a position that I could interview for also (this was why I had to dress up also).
Once we arrived, we were greeted by the receptionist who promptly called his interviewers secretary. The secretary came out and said that we had the interviewer was on a call and would be out shortly. Once she came out, she escorted my boyfriend to her office and the secretary escorted me to the upstairs conference room. She got me seated and left only to return 15 minutes later to inform me the interview would take a total of 3 hours.
This is where it gets good. She starts to return every 10 minutes there after bearing gifts, each with a handwritten note expressing their sentimental meaning. With the first 2, I was clueless. Once she brought the 4th gift I had a definite idea of what was going on. The gift varied from a shirt that he kept from a conference we attended together when we first met, to a book that we had picked up from a souvenir shop on our way from visiting family for the holidays, to cards that I had given him over the years (I always got on to him about not keeping any of my gifts). The 7th and final gift was a huge boutique of calla lilies, my favorite flowers.
By this time I am swimming in a sea of tears. This is when he came in and sat me down and explained how much he loved me and that he couldn’t spend the rest of his life without me. He said that each gift had represented each year that we have been together and that the room that we were in was the exact room that we had meet in over seven and a half years earlier. By the time he slipped to his knee and actually proposed, I was already in his arms sobbing uncontrollably. It took me an additional 10 minutes to compose myself and say “YES!!!!”