The Question

December 24, 2012 will always be a day for me to cherish. Tomas had come down to celebrate Christmas with my family and when he came he told me that sometime during the day he wanted us to take a walk together because he had something he wanted to give me. The thought went through my head "he didn't buy a ring did he?", so I did expect a proposal to come (mind you, at this stage it was only a formality anyway, seeing that we had ordered my wedding dress a week and a half prior to this... highly unorthodox, I know). To be honest I wasn't sure I wanted Christmas Eve (that's when we celebrate christmas here in Sweden) to be my engagement day, but the next day held promises of rain, which I did not want to take a walk in. 

So in the afternoon we took a walk around the neighbourhood and it's close vicinity. Just at the edge of where the houses ended (on a somewhat out of the way street) he stopped me and handed me a small parcel that was definitely way too large to be a jewelery box with a ring in it. "Oh, I was mistaken. He's not gonna propose" I thought to myself. He turned me around facing another direction as I opened the gift and gave me a hug from behind. Inside the parcel was a beautiful glass angel:

As I turned around to thank him I found he was down on his knees, having written something in the snow (either the top of the snow was too hard to form letters in or I just turned around too quickly, because the words were not finished so I didn't understand what it said). Since I couldn't read he asked me vocally instead if I wanted to marry him (for the life of me I can't remember how he phrased it more than those standard words). I had expected pure exhilarating joy in this moment, but found that it was a mix of joy and "this is for the rest of my life"-anxiety, but of course I said yes without hesitating - fear or not I decided quite some time ago I want to spend my life with him. I smiled inside and out and after he had gotten up he pointed to the little angel in my hand and said "You are an angel. That is my heart" (pointing to the heart in the angel's hands). Then there was a lot of hugging and kissing before we went back home. It took the remaining part of the evening before we told anyone, I wanted to savour the moment and treasure it in my own heart for a little while first.

Now, the proposal apparently didn't go exactly as he had planned and he said it wasn't a very good proposal. I happen to think it was an excellent proposal. First of all, he caught me by surprise even though I was expecting it - thanks to the angel. Secondly, he was down on his knees though there was plenty of snow and must have been really cold! Last but not least, the symbolism of the angel (me) holding his heart is absolutely adorable! Moreover, the angel is something that I'll keep my entire life and everytime I look at it I will remember that exact moment - he gave me a touchable memory. Couldn't have been more perfect.

Ever since that moment my love for him has grown day by day, every hour, much faster than before even. I'm not only holding his heart, he is also holding mine.