If you know Jeff and I, you know we love Frankenmuth. In a previous post about Frankenmuth I mentioned that it holds a special place in our lives. Frankenmuth is the destination we have returned to the most, out of anywhere in the world. We have vacationed here several times a year, found out we were expecting here, baby mooned here, and got engaged in a store here. This is that story. The story of our engagement.
I have never wanted to get married. I was not the kid who planned my wedding, using dolls and Barbies, I never dreamt of being a princess on my wedding day. I never thought of my wedding day at all. That is not to say that I wasn't committed. I knew as soon as I met Jeff that we would know each other. We had been together for 8 years when we got engaged, we were already in it for the long haul. Eventually we decided to get married and make it official.
In the past we have gone to Frankenmuth around our birthday weekend in April. So like any other year we made the same plan and headed out. At this time our first stop in Frankenmuth was Bronners. So that is what we did. We pulled into Bronners, and naturally my first stop in the largest Christmas store in the world, the women's room. When I exited the washroom Jeff was no where to be seen. So I set off to find him in this store the size of 3 football fields filled with Christmas decorations. I checked the most likely spot first, Christmas Town (our favourite), he was nowhere to be seen. So I ventured towards the maze of the store, the Christmas ornaments. Somehow, Jeff found me in this mess and said he wanted to look at the Christmas Trees, which are at the back of the store. I have never understood this as we already had a perfect tree at home, and we rarely ventured through the maze of Christmas ornaments to the back of the store. But I politely agreed, because I am easygoing like that. I wandered the trees pointing out, repeatedly, that we did not need a new tree. All while Jeff kept telling me to come look at the tallest, biggest tree they had in the store. Of course I ignored this and reminded him we did not live in a mansion. I lost him amongst the trees so returned to the giant tree to find him on one knee pointing out a single personalized Christmas ornament in the tree.
Now I will not write out the exact words I said when I realized what was happening, but auto correct would turn it into "No Ducking Way!", we all know no one ever means "ducking".
Jeff responded very quickly with "this is a family store" and I heard chuckling behind me. Turning to see that a staff person was there taking pictures of this magical moment.
You can all guess what my answer was, I am sure. It was the most perfect, for us, proposal I could have ever imagined.
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