At Waxing Poetic we receive so much amazing and touching feedback from our customers. It would be impossible to share all of it and we are truly honored and humbled by you, our customers. With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we wanted to feature Charlie who has given Waxing Poetic as a gift to his wife. He shares his Waxing Poetic story below.
I blew my first chance to make a memorable wedding proposal. Granted, when I first asked my wife-to-be to become my wife we’d already been living together ten years, so there was not much doubt that our relationship was serious and long-term. We’d met in college, had made it through some early periods of geographical separation, and had even survived her one attempt to break up with me—which I responded to by essentially going into deep denial that the words ‘break up’ had ever been spoken.
Somewhere near the end of that first decade together, we were on the dance floor during the reception of a college friend’s wedding. The lights were sparkling, the band was playing “Moon River,” and the woman I loved looked exceptionally beautiful. The moment felt right, so I made my move and said, “We should do this.” That was it. No ring. No down on one knee. Just “Moon River” and access to somebody else’s champagne. Remarkably, after a quick clarification as to what exactly “do this” meant, the woman I loved ignored the lack of proper flourish and agreed to marry me. She didn’t want rings or hoopla for our engagement—those were saved for our marvelous, extremely-memorable wedding day.
Twenty-five years later, I got a second chance to propose. As our anniversary date approached, I thought about how I might right my initial fumble, and when I discovered that Waxing Poetic could design matching, intertwined initial rings, the answer was clear. On the big day, I beckoned my wife out to our home’s sunny patio where I’d set up vases of roses and our own chilled bottle of champagne. There, I went down on one knee, presented her with a ring that perfectly symbolized our shared life, and asked if she would continue to be my wife. I was a little thrown when she didn’t say ‘Yes’ right away, but it turned out she was not reconsidering—just overcome with emotion. When I showed her my matching ring, she started crying, I started crying, and finally, after 25 years, we had a joyous proposal befitting our loving union. We popped the champagne, danced to the music, and began our next 25 years with matching rings —and with hearts, lives and initials perfectly, wonderfully intertwined.