Frank's dad (who is also named Frank) has the single largest collection of antique snap cufflinks in the US. They're really quite pretty, and one day my Frank will inherit them (which he's very excited about).

I don't really give a hoot about most wedding traditions, and I've been ready to get this show on the road for about a year now. I decided that, rather than continue to wait for him to make the grand gesture, I would take matters into my own hands and do the asking. He doesn't own any rings, so I had no idea what his ring size would be or how I could find that out without tipping him off, so I decided to propose with cufflinks.

I scoured the internet and eventually found a beautiful pair of snap cufflinks for sale from an antique shop in the middle of Pennsylvania. As a happy coincidence, we had a vacation to Iceland planned. As I was planning out the trip, I selected a location: the Godafoss waterfall. The waterfall was so named because a tribal leader, in seeking to unify the country, made the decision to throw the effigies of the tribe's pagan gods over the waterfall. I liked the story, and the pictures of the waterfall I found online were pretty, so I figured that would be a good spot. And it was.

We were hungover and sleep deprived, thanks to my brother and his girlfriend and their hard-partying influences, but it didn't ruin the moment one smidge. Frank was at the edge of a cliff, taking pictures of the waterfall, and he turned to hop on some rocks and try to get closer when I called for him to stop and said I wanted to ask him something. He came back, mildly annoyed, and I whipped out the box with the cufflinks and asked him if he'd marry me. He was speechless for a few seconds as he looked at the box, and then he said, "Of course I'll marry you!"

And then we made out.

Well my dad passed away last August, and because my roommate decided to buy a house (and gave me 45 days notice) I had to move in with my man. So I decided, hell with it. I love him, I know what I want. We have conversations about the future involving us and kids and all that… about how well we fit together.

This past weekend he had a disc golf tournament, his first one. He got 6th place, which he was incredibly stoked about. So I went out and I got a disc that he'd been lusting after. On the underside, where he normally writes his name and phone number, I wrote his name, and my question – "will you marry me?" I took all his discs outside and we were practicing putting. I had gone out to retrieve the disc and handed it to him while he was standing up on the deck… it took him a while to process, once he got over the excitement of the disc and turned it over and read it. But he walked down the stairs, put his head on my forhead, and said yes, of course I'll marry you.

I had been so worried about him not wanting to tell anyone about it – he works construction and he has a bit of a brutish boss. But he didn't care. He thought it was awesome that I did it, that I planned it perfectly. He said, "I don't know if I can find you a ring more perfect than this."

He's got a show in DC next Friday, and one of the other bands that he's playing with has mutual friends who were playing in another band the night we hooked up. I also wish that I hadn't bought him a new snare drum for birthday and Christmas, as that would make a nice ring, but an engagement skateboard is totally going to have to make up for it! I am so excited!

He was married before and apprehensive about getting remarried because of how horrible his ex is, but we finally jumped into the offical engagement deal about a month ago. I guess in a way, I proposed to him, and in a way, he proposed to me. It certainly wasn't superbly romantic or over-the-top, but just coming to the conclusion together that we *really* wanted to get married was one of the most heart-fluttering experiences of my life. We went to a pawn shop together with our 33 month old son and picked out a ring together. It was fun and boring, all at the same time!
We're gonna get married at the end of August or on the first Sunday in September (waiting to confirm a date with our venues). Yay!
I think it's great for a chick to propose to her fella…I thought about doing that a few times with my FH, but it just never seemed right for either of us. We've been making decisions together for 4 years now, so this was just another thing (a big thing, though!) that we decided on together.