I must admit – prior to getting engaged I felt a little sorry for my man, as he had a lot of pressure on him to propose. Being a director, he’s an extremely creative person so family and friends were often saying that when he finally got down on one knee it would be some phantasmagorical production. The poor guy – no wonder it took him seven point five years!
It was indeed a phantasmagorical proposal, the moment played out like this:
I went to work as per usual – my last day before going on holidays – and supposedly he was going to work too. He kept up a really good act all day saying he was super busy and was going to have to stay at work really late that night. I totally bought it.
I left work a little early to go and pick something up from my mum and dad (little did I know they were in on the plan and were relaying messages to Grant letting them know when I was off on my way home). After leaving my mum and dad, I thought I might head into the city to do a little late night shopping to pick up the last few things we needed for our upcoming holiday. Luckily I called Grant moments before I was about to park at the train station to catch a ride into town – he said he was really busy at work but he didn’t want me to catch the train into the city at that time on my own because it wasn’t safe. He said he’d come and take me in if I could wait half an hour.
I completely bought this as well and drove home, pulled into the empty driveway and unlocked the door to be greeted with a sign:
Now’s time for a bit of back story. We have these three cuddly friends called Wizzy (big bunny), Mizzy (little bunny) and Archie (penguin). They often get up to mischief when I am out of the house, with Grant placing them in all kinds of hilarious scenarios. Some examples below:
I walked into the bedroom and saw the gang cutting flowers and painting signs with little bow ties laid out, then followed a trail of rose petals into the bathroom where they were filling vases with water and getting dressed.
Music was playing and another trail of rose petals and candles led me out into the hallway, where an amazing white gazebo had been set up in our living room, complete with lanterns, fairy lights and the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. My man was standing in the gazebo, next to an easel and it was then he asked me if I wanted to play hangman. Of course I guessed all of the letters correctly, he got down on one knee, attempted to ask me to marry him (I cut him off with a “YES”) and we were engaged.
Now for the Chloe Lyons version of the story. I failed to mention earlier that I was listening to Serial on the way home. For those that are not familiar with Serial, it is a podcast which follows a murder case that occurred in America a few years back. It is safe to say that I was a little wired and on edge (pretty normal for my anxious little self). I got home to what I thought was an empty house, walked in the front door and turned off the alarm. It was then I discovered the alarm had not been turned on (as Grant was inside). I was a little unsettled by this. I turned around and saw some black plastic cordoning off our hallway and the sign on the closed bedroom door (see above) which said “You can come in…we’re almost ready for you!”. Definitely the work of a serial killer.
Instead of thinking this would be another of Grant’s shenanigans with the bunnies, I thought that some Dexter-like murderer was waiting for me inside the house. I freaked out and ran back outside, promptly calling Grant. His phone rang inside. That was the moment I realised that I was not getting murdered, I was getting proposed to! Grant said I could come inside and I ran through the entire house until I got to him, not stopping to slow down like he had intended! I got to him and he said, “did you think you were going to be murdered?”, he knows me too well.
I still feel a little bad that he had gone to all this effort for me to think I was getting killed, but at the same time it makes for a hilarious story and it is very us. Me freaking out and him calming me down. After he proposed I went back to the beginning and slowly walked through the house taking everything in and taking hundreds of photos (obviously).
I’m so grateful to have a man who would put on such an epic display of his love and affection for me. Despite my freak out, the proposal was perfect. So much thought, time and effort had gone into it, I am so blessed. I’m also extremely grateful for all our family and friends who helped Grant execute his long deliberated scheme. If I was lucky enough to find a time machine and re-live that day, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Let the wedding planning begin!