Let me be up-front. I’m not a very romantic guy. You can ask my wife… She’ll tell you that I’m not. I’m okay with that.
When I asked, okay, told her, we were getting married it was while we were sitting on a couch talking. I randomly brought up the notion of marriage. When she said she supposed we were going to get married one day, I told her to pick a date of arbitrary dates in December. That’s how our unofficial proposal went.
I think I made it up to her when I took her to a local horse ranch for a sleigh ride. The coachman of the sleigh ride got off of the sleigh, asked if we’d like to have our picture taken (I’d of course forgotten to bring a camera!), and said he’d go check up ahead for any issues with the trail. As he walks away, my wife begins to worry the frail, old man would have trouble and fall into a hole.