I have a romantic story to tell. Which, I hope, will leave you with a warm fuzzy feeling. Waaaay way back in the late summer of 2009, I proposed to my bride to be. Of course, there was always the possibility of a refusal, so I reached deep inside to my Italian heritage. Which means, inspired by Don Corleone from ‘The Godfather,’ I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse😊. In fact, I think I made an offer that no woman could refuse.
I had written a two-page poem for a proposal, but would that be enough? I needed a proper setting and some way to show off my culinary skills. The ring was still hidden in my luggage.
We planned a day trip to Blenheim Palace in Oxford Shire. Unbeknownst to her, but knownst* to me, she had provided me with the perfect setting for the scene. I put together a champagne picnic basket for the trip. Chicken salad sandwiches, Ham and cheese sandwiches, pasta salad, and other assorted goodies. She thought it was lunch, but I had the brimming confidence that within mere hours we would be celebrating our engagement. Her desire for me to experience the natural majesty of Blenheim Palace provided the right setting.
*Ruth and I are rabid fans of anything by Mel Brooks. ‘Knownst’ is from the opening of “Spaceballs” and a major scene from “History of the World” was filmed at Blenheim Place.
After parking, we strolled through the spacious secret gardens. A vast network of dirt paths, replete with statues, fountains, and a stunning variety of trees, flowers, and shrubs. I suggested she sit on a bench for a photo, but instead, I knelt in front of her and recited a lengthy proposal in iambic pentameter. After reciting the last poetic line, I pulled the ring from my pocket and held it in plain view. This was the moment. Would she accept the offer? She extended her hand with spread fingers. Halleluiah! I slipped diamond ring on her finger.
We “met” playing Lord of the Rings Online. Isn’t it fitting that I presented a ring to her in “The Shire?” After all, Oxford Shire was the influence for Tolkien when he created the Shire as a homeland for his Hobbitses.
Later we basked in each other’s glow on the great lawn as we noshed on the contents of the basket and popped open the champagne. After a long walk over bridges and around a small lake we returned to her home and called our moms.
Well Ladies, how did I do?
Tell me about your proposal
Ernesto San Giacomo is the author of “Storm of Divine Light“