She Said Yes!
So, on December 23, 2006 I asked, and Meredith said yes! I didn't want to post anything until I could add, that we've set a date: July 28, 2007.
Here's the story for those who'd like to know:
Meredith and I have been dating for two years now. I've been, seriously, trying to get things in order to propose since February or so of '05. In any event, by Thanksgiving I was more or less ready to go. I made an appointment to have dinner with her Dad, and another to have saturday brunch with her mom (using the excuse that I was going shooting with a buddy-ha!).
12 days before the day, I gave her one rose. The next, 2. The following, 3... And you ought to see the pattern by now. And yes, it was inspired by the whole 12 days of Christmas song. My thought was that this would give Meredith a clue as to what was coming, while at the same time building a bit of suspense.
On day twelve, we flew out to CA to have Christmas with my family. As we were leaving at 4 AM, i teased her about packing her dozen roses with my checked luggage. That was a bad idea. Apparently that joke doesn't work at 4 AM. Although, it was funny to watch volunteer to help load the luggage into the trunk when we finally landed in CA--obviously thinking the roses might be hidden back there...
In any event, I had gotten tickets ahead of time for us to check out the newly remodeled Griffith Observatory in LA. We parked at the zoo and took the shuttle up to what is undoubtedly one of the best views in the US--all the way from Pasadena and Azusa to the east, past downtown to Hollywood (including hte infamous sign), Malibu, the Pacific, and Santa Catalina Island. It was on one of the balcony's behind the observatory that I got down on one knee and asked.
And she said yes.
She was totally surprised. As she tells me, she spent all day wondering where the damn roses were, and was to distracted to think that anything else might be coming... Of course, once the shuttle down the mountain got us back to the car, I took out the dozen roses from the trunk that my family had hidden there for me before we left.
Here's a picture of Meredith and I from the next morning. My step-father accidently opened the camera and overexposed the film (sorry).
Here's the story for those who'd like to know:
Meredith and I have been dating for two years now. I've been, seriously, trying to get things in order to propose since February or so of '05. In any event, by Thanksgiving I was more or less ready to go. I made an appointment to have dinner with her Dad, and another to have saturday brunch with her mom (using the excuse that I was going shooting with a buddy-ha!).
12 days before the day, I gave her one rose. The next, 2. The following, 3... And you ought to see the pattern by now. And yes, it was inspired by the whole 12 days of Christmas song. My thought was that this would give Meredith a clue as to what was coming, while at the same time building a bit of suspense.
On day twelve, we flew out to CA to have Christmas with my family. As we were leaving at 4 AM, i teased her about packing her dozen roses with my checked luggage. That was a bad idea. Apparently that joke doesn't work at 4 AM. Although, it was funny to watch volunteer to help load the luggage into the trunk when we finally landed in CA--obviously thinking the roses might be hidden back there...
In any event, I had gotten tickets ahead of time for us to check out the newly remodeled Griffith Observatory in LA. We parked at the zoo and took the shuttle up to what is undoubtedly one of the best views in the US--all the way from Pasadena and Azusa to the east, past downtown to Hollywood (including hte infamous sign), Malibu, the Pacific, and Santa Catalina Island. It was on one of the balcony's behind the observatory that I got down on one knee and asked.
And she said yes.
She was totally surprised. As she tells me, she spent all day wondering where the damn roses were, and was to distracted to think that anything else might be coming... Of course, once the shuttle down the mountain got us back to the car, I took out the dozen roses from the trunk that my family had hidden there for me before we left.
Here's a picture of Meredith and I from the next morning. My step-father accidently opened the camera and overexposed the film (sorry).