Put a ring on it!

3 Aug

There are so many things I want to rush ahead and tell you, but we have time for all of that, don’t we? Today is time for some backstory. So today we talk about the ring.

Incidentally, I am thrilled to be engaged. But a little part of me (probably the same part that wants to be 15 again…. it’s really little) is sad that I can no longer put my hands up when all the single ladies are called to do so. Oh Beyonce, how I love you. But he did, in fact, put a ring on it. So let’s move back to that. It’s an amazing story that I’ve written for our wedding website and am now going to shamelessly gank for this, my planning blog. Please note it is all true and alas, incredibly representative of who we are as individuals and together. So here we go…

Mr. Lox and I had been ring shopping together and had picked out the perfect ring. Unfortunately for him, I also knew he had already purchased it and that it was in the apartment. So one sunny Saturday, we decided to go walk around the city, grab a bite to eat, see a movie over at the Science Center, and just generally enjoy the city.

First stop was Harbor East. We walked around for a bit there before we realized the times for our movie had changed. That was our first roadblock. Mr. Lox was cool about it and shrugged it off. He suggested we just walk around for a bit, maybe go for a drive later… no big deal. Fine. So we headed back towards the car and made a quick detour into a drug store to grab a soda.

While we were there, we used the restroom which was behind a locked door. I came out and Mr. Lox said he needed to go in so I turned around and ran a few steps to catch the door before it locked again. That was when everything went horribly wrong. There was a *pop* inside my leg and suddenly I couldn’t walk.

Mr. Lox wanted to take me straight to the ER but I objected heavily. I was fine! I could walk it off! A few steps later we both found out I could barely limp. No problem, I assured him. I just need to move around a bit. So we headed out. I only managed to hobble across the street before we both knew there was real trouble. So we hobbled back to the car (I refused to let him pull it around for me) and Mr. Lox took me to an urgent care center in Columbia.

In the end, they had no idea what was really wrong with the leg. They wrapped it in an ace bandage, gave me crutches, and sent me home with instructions to see an orthopedist on Monday. We got me and the crutches back into the car and headed back into the city, mindful that we still had dinner reservations that evening.

My leg in a giant moon boot.

We had no idea it was this bad.

Mr. Lox drove us to Fells Point and I stubbornly hobbled to the end of Bond Street Wharf (without my crutches, I might add. We sat down on a bench at the end of the wharf and looked at the water and chatted. There was a lull in the conversation and we just watched the water and the sunshine (and ignored the wind) and sat in silence.

Mr. Lox broke the silence by getting down on one knee right there and asking me to marry him. I said yes, of course! And he put the ring on my finger and kissed me.

In case you were wondering, I did go to the doctor on Monday. Turns out I had torn my calf muscle and I spent the next few weeks in a giant walking boot to immobilize it. Mr. Lox was kind of horrified that I had insisted on hobbling around Fells Point when I was clearly badly injured, but I’m just glad I did. Turns out it’s a story neither one of us are likely to forget any time soon. 🙂

Us on the bench where we got engaged

Photo courtesy of Chad Lippiatt Photo

What’s that? You actually want to see my ring? Lucky for you I love showing it off.

My preciousssssssss...

My preciousssssssss...

So tell me, how did you get engaged?

**All pictures taken by yours truly unless otherwise noted.


7 Responses to “Put a ring on it!”

  1. lifeinwhite August 4, 2010 at 2:28 pm #

    Oh my goodness, our love story involves a leg injury, too. In fact, that’s the same night I knew I would marry him someday.

    • Encore Bride August 4, 2010 at 3:52 pm #

      You know what they say… love hurts! 😉

  2. Cheryl August 4, 2010 at 7:07 pm #

    Haha wow! What a story!

    Found you through WB, and I must say, I look forward to reading your blog because this post made me laugh haha.

    • Encore Bride August 7, 2010 at 10:16 am #

      I’m so glad you stopped by! Look forward to hearing more from you. 🙂

  3. Michelle August 6, 2010 at 6:44 pm #

    Absolutely love this story. My hubby and I fell in love our first day out together, in which in broke both my wrists and fainted in his arms. Ah fate, it comes in funny forms!

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    • Encore Bride August 7, 2010 at 10:17 am #

      Apparently love and injury go hand and hand! Or at least that’s what I’m learning from these comments. 😉

  4. Kelly December 13, 2010 at 5:00 pm #

    no injury for us, after dating for 10 years and not living together, we planned a trip into the city for New Year’s Eve. I had no idea and in fact had made it okay in my mind that a ring wouldn’t be forth coming . So when we were in the common watching fireworks and he said honey…., I turned around and he was on one knee asking if I would say yes, I was totally surprised. What I did say was the first thing that popped into my head “NO SIR, STOP IT” then I got a grasp and said yes a million times yes. The fact that I did not have any idea about the proposal or the ring makes it so sweet to me.

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