Kate Middleton and I have something cool in common now: we both have sapphire engagement rings.
On Saturday, the man I love asked me if I would be has wife, and I said, “Yes. Of course!” Then, seemingly out of thin air, he produced a small box that contained a beautiful ring, which he had commissioned to be made for me by a ring designer in Phoenix.
This all took place in his pick-up truck, in the rustic town of Roslyn, Washington. If you ever watched Northern Exposure, you might recognize Roslyn; the show was filmed there.
My fiancé describes that day as “the comedy of errors,” because nothing about the day went as he had planned. We got a late start, the place we went first was crawling with tourists and kitsch, and then, when we found a nice park to take a romantic stroll through, it started to rain.
It started to rain hard.
In the hopes that we would ditch the rain in exchange for some nice, big snowflakes, we took a detour to Roslyn, only to find ourselves driving around in even harder rain. And by then, it was completely dark out. Karl’s hopes of proposing on a nice, romantic walk through the snowy mountains were dashed by unseasonal rain. Finally, he pulled over, cleared his throat, and proposed.
Right there in his truck.
It was perfect.
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The funny thing is, according to Karl, everything (or at least lots of things) went “wrong” that day. Yet everything ended up exactly as we hoped: when all was said and done, we were engaged to be married. Success!
We went to a wine shop there in Roslyn and bought an expensive bottle of Croatian wine from a woman named Kristi who, as it turns out, thought we were high when we came in. (I can’t imagine why. I suppose it could have been because of Karl’s inability to select a wine or my moony-eyed, dazed face that kept erupting in a goofy smile followed by an even goofier giggle.)We thought about eating somewhere in Roslyn, but when we checked out the only restaurant that looked like a good possibility, we could see a football game being projected on big screens. Not exactly perfect conditions for a celebration of love.
So, we took our new bottle of Croatian wine and drove back to Seattle, calling family and friends to share the news. My parents and grandmother, who knew what was coming that day, had a bottle of champagne at the ready, which they popped open, toasting us via speaker phone. There was a lot of squealing going on at my parents’ house, which made it even more fun for us.
The night of our engagement ended with Karl and I making a very simple dinner together, which we ate while sitting on the couch, listening to Norah Jones. After that, we started talking about Our Wedding Plans.
None of this was part of our plan. But I have to say, I had a couple of moments during all of this when I kind of sensed God’s pleasure. I felt God’s spirit right there, steering and guiding us.
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For someone such as me, who likes to be (or, more accurately, feel) like she is in control of things, there was a life lesson in this, namely, that even when things do not go according to plan, the outcome can be ideal. We got a late start on Saturday. We took some detours. We were at the mercy of the weather, and the weather was not kind. Yet still, here I am, looking down at my left ring finger every few minutes to be reminded that, yes, I am really engaged.
And I love our story, which neither of us would have come up with on our own.
And not only that, but when we called to tell my parents about how it all went down, my dad told Karl, “I proposed to Christy’s mom in the car too.”
It’s almost like the detour was the exact, right path to What Was Meant To Be.
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How great would it be if we could see all of life’s detours and inconveniences and comedies of error as gifts, rather than problems? What would life be like if we actually believed that God was directing our steps and working all things together for good, rather than growing frustrated when our plans were thwarted?
I love the story we have. It is not what Karl planned, but it is perfect.
I love that I will always be able to revisit the place where he proposed, at least as long as he has this truck, because it will be parked in front of our house.
I love that my mom and I were both proposed to in our fiancés’ cars.
I love that he gave me a sapphire ring that was custom made by a woman who spent a good chunk of time listening to him talk about me before she started designing the ring.
I love that we are engaged. I love that, come May, I will be Mrs. Karl Krispin. As my friend Jeffery Overstreet pointed out, I will have one of the catchiest names on the planet.
But mostly, I love it when God’s plan comes together.
Now that I think of it, I probably need this lesson now more than ever. After all, I am about to start making some pretty important plans.