I think this has been done before, but in honor of Valentine’s Day I’d love to do this again.
As for me…
My then-boyfriend and I were on our way to South Carolina one April to get a basset hound from a breeder there. On the way, we stopped in Asheville, NC because I wanted to go to the Biltmore House. Now, we’d discussed marriage before in a vague way, but he had recently gotten a whopper of a tax bill and had just bought a condo so money was fairly tight. I figured this would put it all off. I suspected nothing.
We were touring the gardens and he was wandering around. He was looking for a place away from people, but all I knew was that he seemed to be going where all the boring flowerbeds were, where there were just dead tulip stalks. But when he suggested we sit down, I suddenly knew. He told me I was his best friend and then asked me to marry him. I said yes. No ring at that time, as we wanted to pick it out together.
Now we’ve been married five years.
I’m glad it happened at such a nice place. We haven’t been back since then, but someday we’ll return.