He Finally proposed, when and where I least expected!!! Some of you might remember the thread I pasted titled 'Can't wait -Courting for too long?'
Friday February 27th, 2004 at Brussels National airport arrival lounge.
Since I am used to writing stories, I wrote a short anecdote about how it happened:
It felt like I was sitting for hours waiting. Sometimes I'd get up and pace around, occasionally glancing at the arrivals screen, which must have flicked endlessly between between English, Dutch and French!! Finally, I was glad that his plane had left London and was on its way. After what seemed like eternity his plane landed in Brussels, but I knew there would be another long wait for luggage to come through. Soon people on his flight started coming through the arrival doors. I got up and went to wait at the barrier like most others, then about 15 minuites later, there he was, a big grin on my face. I ran up to give him a long hug and a short kiss. As I was telling him about my frustation at waiting and asking him to come along so we could catch the train, he said "Hold on, I have something for you". So we stopped, still at the arrival space, in the glare of hundreds of 'waitees' and 'arrivees', he brought out a single red rose from his bag, and gave it to me, and I, thinking nothing of it, said "thank you, that's so sweet". He had always been quite a romantic, so such a gesture wasn't totally out of character. I still had no clue at this time what he was up to. I have seen men bring flowers for women at arrivals or departures. So I hugged him again, and before I could finish he got down on one knee, and I, still totally oblivious said jokingly "Tope, stop messing around", conscious that we were being watched by pairs and pairs of eyes. As I began to push his cheek playfully, wondering why he was being so dramatic, he suddenly began to say " Rolake (full for Rols) , you know you mean the world to me……" . By this time, I knew what was happening, I was soo overwhelmed that even now, I don't remember exactly how he framed the proposal. He continued, bringing out a dark green petite box, from inside his coat pocket, a bit nervous, trying to put the ring on the wrong (right) hand, and me going "No it's this hand and this finger", and before he could finish saying "Will you be my wife.". (Then some more strange words, I couldn't make out at the time! Later, on the way home, he told me, apprently, that he had also proposed in French !!!!!) He had done a google search on the internet for that purpose, as he counldn't speak french to save his life !!!! So he must have either had a really terrible accent on the French or my head was completely in the clouds, making nonesense of the words he was saying!!
Anyway, I said "Yes of course I'll be your wife". Gave him a hug, so overjoyed, people around us were gasping in utter unbelief. One woman was going "Mon Dieu"... Mon Dieu" , french for "Oh my God". I was still in a state of shock, some guy came up to us and said "Felicitations". By this time we were in our own little world, hugging, and me looking unbelievably at the ring on my hand, which miracualously fit perfectly. I don't wear rings normally, but he figured since my name begins with 'M' (my full name 'Morolake' that is) he'd buy an M size. It's a really pretty white gold ring, with a lovely diamond.
Although many might disagree, but this was certainly much more romantic than your restaurant candle-lit dinner or walk in the park.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked him how long he'd been planning this, and he said since last year!!! He had been slightly nervous, but was rather courageous to propose at the airport, in front of hundreds of total strangers. I was later thinking that if I had deicded to go home, and let him come to meet me in town, I would have spoiled his plans.No wonder he continually persuaded me to wait at arrivals for him when he called from Gatwick. The late flight added to all the drama, I guess, but thank God, cause nothing ever happens by chance with Him. He orders our steps.
We are seriously planning and thinking of an August 2004 wedding, but my parents think next year is better
Friday February 27th, 2004 at Brussels National airport arrival lounge.
Since I am used to writing stories, I wrote a short anecdote about how it happened:
MY PROPOSAL STORY
I got to the airport around 7.00 as his flight from london was due to come in at about 7.30, but they were delayed, he called from Gatwick airport in London to say that he wouldn't be arriving till about 9pm. I was really frustated because it meant after a long tiring friday at work, I had to wait at the airport for another two hours!! So on the phone I told him that I would go home, and he would have to take a train/bus from Brussels airport on his own and meet me in town, as I was getting tired and hungry. But he begged me to wait at the airport for him (little did I know what would later happen). So after much talking I said ok, I'd wait. I walked to a book store at the airport and bought magazines to read, I went through the Economist, Ebony and Maire Claire (what a contrast) in two hours, getting really anxious seeing families, wives, children, friends, mothers, boyfriends etc, hugging and kissing their loved ones as they came through the arrivals from wherever in the world. It felt like I was sitting for hours waiting. Sometimes I'd get up and pace around, occasionally glancing at the arrivals screen, which must have flicked endlessly between between English, Dutch and French!! Finally, I was glad that his plane had left London and was on its way. After what seemed like eternity his plane landed in Brussels, but I knew there would be another long wait for luggage to come through. Soon people on his flight started coming through the arrival doors. I got up and went to wait at the barrier like most others, then about 15 minuites later, there he was, a big grin on my face. I ran up to give him a long hug and a short kiss. As I was telling him about my frustation at waiting and asking him to come along so we could catch the train, he said "Hold on, I have something for you". So we stopped, still at the arrival space, in the glare of hundreds of 'waitees' and 'arrivees', he brought out a single red rose from his bag, and gave it to me, and I, thinking nothing of it, said "thank you, that's so sweet". He had always been quite a romantic, so such a gesture wasn't totally out of character. I still had no clue at this time what he was up to. I have seen men bring flowers for women at arrivals or departures. So I hugged him again, and before I could finish he got down on one knee, and I, still totally oblivious said jokingly "Tope, stop messing around", conscious that we were being watched by pairs and pairs of eyes. As I began to push his cheek playfully, wondering why he was being so dramatic, he suddenly began to say " Rolake (full for Rols) , you know you mean the world to me……" . By this time, I knew what was happening, I was soo overwhelmed that even now, I don't remember exactly how he framed the proposal. He continued, bringing out a dark green petite box, from inside his coat pocket, a bit nervous, trying to put the ring on the wrong (right) hand, and me going "No it's this hand and this finger", and before he could finish saying "Will you be my wife.". (Then some more strange words, I couldn't make out at the time! Later, on the way home, he told me, apprently, that he had also proposed in French !!!!!) He had done a google search on the internet for that purpose, as he counldn't speak french to save his life !!!! So he must have either had a really terrible accent on the French or my head was completely in the clouds, making nonesense of the words he was saying!!
Anyway, I said "Yes of course I'll be your wife". Gave him a hug, so overjoyed, people around us were gasping in utter unbelief. One woman was going "Mon Dieu"... Mon Dieu" , french for "Oh my God". I was still in a state of shock, some guy came up to us and said "Felicitations". By this time we were in our own little world, hugging, and me looking unbelievably at the ring on my hand, which miracualously fit perfectly. I don't wear rings normally, but he figured since my name begins with 'M' (my full name 'Morolake' that is) he'd buy an M size. It's a really pretty white gold ring, with a lovely diamond.
Although many might disagree, but this was certainly much more romantic than your restaurant candle-lit dinner or walk in the park.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked him how long he'd been planning this, and he said since last year!!! He had been slightly nervous, but was rather courageous to propose at the airport, in front of hundreds of total strangers. I was later thinking that if I had deicded to go home, and let him come to meet me in town, I would have spoiled his plans.No wonder he continually persuaded me to wait at arrivals for him when he called from Gatwick. The late flight added to all the drama, I guess, but thank God, cause nothing ever happens by chance with Him. He orders our steps.
We are seriously planning and thinking of an August 2004 wedding, but my parents think next year is better
