A couple months ago, Daniel called me about his proposal plan for Morgan during his next visit to SC. Everything was so perfect, Daniel's flight would be landing at 6:00, and I would be waiting in the terminal till he came down the escalator, swept Morgan off her feet and asked her to marry him.
Yes, so perfect.
4:00 pm (day of): Daniel calls me to let me know his plane is going to be delayed...till 7:30-possibly 8:00 pm and that he feels really bad about the inconvenience. Totally okay, I tell him, I'll still be able to make it! Don't stress, just think happy thoughts and I assure you I'll be there.
5:30 pm: A super upset Daniel telling me that the his flight has been delayed till 11:30 pm and that it might just be best to propose the next day at a park. He's so bummed. I'm so bummed. We make a quick reschedule and I pack all the equipment back up.
9:00 pm: "Hey, is it humanly possible for you to make it here at like 11:45? This ring is burning a hole in my pocket and I don't think I can wait until tomorrow to ask her"
"I mean, yeah, sure I'll be there!"
Like I said, so perfect. :)
Morgan reading their shared journal right before he popped the question.
Congratulations, you guys.