Once upon a time, I was dating Luke, who is now my husband. One day, we were planning our next full day together since we lived in different countries... well, really only a 40 minute drive so it's not THAT big of a deal. But we didn't see each other every single day or even every other day being that we were both students and working as well. Anyways, we decided that we would go golfing on our big day together and then have a little bbq on the beach at Semiahmoo to watch the sunset. Sounds like a great day right!
I arrived at his house and we started out at Homestead Golf & Country Club to warm up at the driving range. "Warm up" is a relative term since I had only 1 other experience on a golf course in middle school which involved me throwing my golf ball more than I actually hit it. It's something I don't really want to talk about. So, we get out there and I line up my first ball, feeling hopeful. I swing. Miss. I swing again. Miss. What happens next? Yup, miss again. It was really frustrating. I kept missing while some show-off next to me was hitting balls over 300 yards every time. In fact, every person there was hitting their balls WAAAAAAAY into the distance, except for me. I got mad, attempted another swing, jammed my wrist, started crying and this became the WORST beginning to the day that Luke would propose to me. Of course, I had not a clue.
It's a mild understatement to say that Luke was worried. This day was supposed to be perfect. He had it all planned. After the driving range, our plan was to head to a small golf course in Everson that was $10/person and doesn't exist anymore. I hoped things would get better once we started to play. They had to. Well, they didn't. By the 4th hole I was pissed. Mad is too gentle for how I was feeling. By the 7th hole, I was crying with sunglasses on. Needless to say, Hole #7 was my last for the day. I walked the rest of the course and Luke pretended to not be panicking that this day was spiraling downwards fast.
Little note: When I was younger, I took myself WAY too seriously, was very hard on myself and hated not doing everything perfect the 1st time. Sometimes I still fall into that rut but I've learned to laugh at myself and do it often. It's made life much easier!
Well, long story shorter, the day did get better. We bought food for the beach, had a great little bbq, he proposed, I said yes and we're coming up on 9 years married this August. So even if your proposal day is not working out well, your marriage still might be okay.
My only real regret about the day was what I was wearing (I dressed for playing golf, being on the beach after sunset, etc), zero make-up and bad hair after being outside and angry all afternoon. Our family and close friends all showed up to celebrate on the beach after Luke proposed. Everyone was dressed so nicely since they had some notice of our engagement party. I, on the other hand, looked not so nice. I cringe when I see the photos. I'm not making this up... my brothers laugh when they see the photos. But even though I say all that, I truly cherish the entire day and every single detail of it. The bad golfing, the tears, the great food, beautiful ring, bad outfit. All of it. And the amazing man that asked me to marry him. He's the best part of this whole story!
I will say though, he was pretty confident to invite everyone to the beach BEFORE he asked me. What if I'd said no?
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Ha! I enjoyed reading this :) I am also guilty of taking myself to seriously. And was suuuper grumpy when I was proposed to. Maybe it works better that way!
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