{"id":967,"date":"2009-12-17T12:03:25","date_gmt":"2009-12-17T19:03:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/?p=967"},"modified":"2010-01-07T10:19:08","modified_gmt":"2010-01-07T17:19:08","slug":"best-proposal-contest-finalists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/","title":{"rendered":"Best Proposal Contest Finalists"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Thanks to all who entered in our first ever best proposal contest. We received many entries and have narrowed down to 10 finalists.<\/p>\n<p>Read their proposal stories below and vote on who you think should win up to $500 in personalized gifts and wedding favors from HansonEllis.<\/p>\n<p>The Ten Finalists are listed in no particular order. Please VOTE after reading all the testimonials near the bottom of this page.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"987\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/lindsey_harry-3\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Lindsey_harry2.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"130,124\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Lindsey_harry\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Lindsey_harry2.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Lindsey_harry2.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-987\" title=\"Lindsey_harry\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Lindsey_harry2.jpg\" alt=\"Lindsey_harry\" width=\"130\" height=\"124\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Lindsey and Harry<br \/>\nTitle:\u00a0 Perfect!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I got home from teaching dance to find my then-boyfriend all dressed up. I knew  we were going out for dinner but didn&#8217;t know what was about to happen!! Set up  on our coffee table was an envelope that said &#8220;Clue 1&#8221; on it. I said &#8220;what&#8217;s  this?!&#8221; and he told me it was a scavenger hunt. When I opened it there was a  beautiful message from him and then the hint to find my next clue in the closet.  I ran to the closet and found a gorgeous dress hanging up with the next clue  attached. The next clue told me how he would always be there for me no matter  what and it led me to the dryer where there was a shawl to match the dress! The  next clue led me to the medicine cabinet where there were beautiful silver  dangly earrings. The final clue led me to my then-boyfriend&#8217;s dresser and under  his hat propped open was the ring!!! He got down on one knee and told me that he  knew from the beginning how special I was and that we were meant to be together.  But it doesn&#8217;t stop there!!<\/p>\n<p>I live in North Carolina and am EXTREMELY close to  my family&#8211;they live in California. My fiance blindfolded me and told me we were  going to a nice restaurant&#8230;I frantically tried to call my parents but it was  in the middle of the day in CA and so they couldn&#8217;t answer! We arrived at an  upscale restaurant downtown where the hostess told us our table wasnt quite  ready and that we should go wait upstairs at the bar. Still glowing, I climbed  up the stairs and my fiance stopped. I asked him what he was doing and I looked  up to find my parents waiting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO AMAZING! We finished off the  evening with dinner with our parents. I can&#8217;t imagine anything more perfect  (besides my husband to-be).<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"976\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/purvi-engagement2-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Purvi-Engagement21.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"132,175\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Purvi-Engagement2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Purvi-Engagement21.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Purvi-Engagement21.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-976\" title=\"Purvi-Engagement2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Purvi-Engagement21.jpg\" alt=\"Purvi-Engagement2\" width=\"132\" height=\"175\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Purvi and Tejas<br \/>\nTitle:\u00a0 Don&#8217;t steal other people&#8217;s stuff!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong>Coming from a traditional Hindu family, my fiance and I already knew we both  wanted a serious relationship, eventually heading to marriage when we first  started talking, but even then the proposal came as a complete surprise to me.<\/p>\n<p>He was coming into town for my friend&#8217;s wedding and he had planned a  date night for me (I&#8217;d never been on a real date before, so this was exciting to  me, I got dressed up for it and all.) He had made reservations for dinner at a  beach restaurant in Half Moon Bay, CA. We happen to love the beach, he had asked  me to be his girlfriend on the beach in Half Moon Bay as well. I knew he had  purchased the ring but he kept telling me since my size was very odd, it would  take a month or more before he would have the ring in hand. From the time he  purchased the ring we had an on-going joke where he would tell me I better  &#8220;behave and act right&#8221; because he had 60 days to return it. So when he came into  town for the wedding, the second we picked him up from the airport he kept  saying that and I was getting very irritated, all the while he had the ring in  his pocket so he was just teasing me.<\/p>\n<p>That night while at dinner, my  friends were on the beach just a few feet away setting up the scene, a blanket  with a bottle of champagne, our names written in the sand, some glasses, and a  dolphin and monkey stuffed animal with the ring tied around them. They had set  some candles around the blanket as well.<\/p>\n<p>After we finished our dinner I  was ready to go hang out with friends, but he wanted to take a walk on the  beach, I was in a skirt and a tank top and it was quite cold outside. So I was  arguing saying it was too cold, etc etc, when he decided to guilt trip me and  tell me he didnt know the next time he&#8217;d be out in CA was and when we&#8217;d have a  chance to go to the beach, so I agreed to take a 5 min walk but thats it.<\/p>\n<p>By this time, my friends had set everything up and had hidden behind  some rocks with cameras. We were when walking on the beach and I was so  engrossed in conversation with him that I had not noticed the set up, we walked  past it a bit and he kinda looked back and said &#8220;oh look someone left something  on the beach&#8221; I still didn&#8217;t pay attention and thought it may be someone  elses(there were plenty of people on the beach when we were eating dinner). I  hadn&#8217;t realized that there wasn&#8217;t really anyone on the beach anymore. He started  to walk towards the the set up saying look theres a dolphin and a monkey let me  just get them for you, all the while I was pulling him away, afraid someone may  come back and say why are you taking our stuff, etc, I kept saying to him &#8220;what  in the world are you doing taking other peoples stuff&#8221;, he managed to drag me  all the way back to the blanket and I still was on the &#8220;look out&#8221; still saying  why are you stealing someone else&#8217;s stuff, he was on both knees trying to get  the ring off and I was impatiently still pulling on him, when all of a sudden he  turns around on one knee and I see the ring and pretty much freeze in disbelief,  thinking to myself, what is going on here??<\/p>\n<p>He asks me to marry him and I  barely get the word Yes out because I froze and started shaking and just  couldn&#8217;t believe it. He slips the ring on and we hug and then he points to some  rocks telling me my friends were behind the rocks and I look over and sure  enough, there they were with camera&#8217;s in hand.<\/p>\n<p>All in all, he did a  wonderful job with the proposal!!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Couple: Amelia and Chris<br \/>\nTitle:\u00a0 After a Comedy of Errors<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It all started when we made plans to take the ferry from Boston to Provincetown,  MA in the Cape. Unfortunately due to a personal tragedy back home our plans to  go out there were put on hold so I could fly home. I was so upset with all that  had transpired he told me we could go to Portland, Maine instead since it was  closer to home and I&#8217;d been begging him to take me. The night before Chris  decided to go up to Topsham about 20 minutes from Portland with some of his  buddies and stay at a hotel since he had to be up there by 6:30 the next  morning. That whole afternoon before he left he kept telling me to charge the  camera, that immediately made me suspicious since we&#8217;re horrible about taking  pictures. So, the day we&#8217;d planned on rolled around and after waking up early  and taking extra time to get ready I started out for the hour and a half drive  to Portland.<\/p>\n<p>Well, as luck would have it about 10 minutes down the road I  remembered I had a doctor&#8217;s appointment. So I turned around a went to my  appointment. On try #2 I got about 20 minutes down the road when I realized I  was out of gas. Not sure of where I was I got off at the closest exit and spent  20 minutes getting lost before I found a gas station. Once I was back on the  road Chris called wondering where I was and when I told him he told me to meet  him halfway since he didn&#8217;t want to wait around outside for me. I got about 30  miles from my destination when out of the blue I realized I had left the  straightener on and it was on the floor. Once again, I called Chris(this time in  tears) and told him I had to go home I left the straightener on. He told me it  was ok we would go another time. I turned around and went home really upset  because I was sure that was going to be the day he was going to ask and I had  just screwed it all up. Go figure, I got home and I had in fact turned the  straightener off. I was so upset by the time Chris got home I barely even wanted  to talk. I just knew I had blown it that day. I fell asleep on the couch to  sleep my disappointment off.<\/p>\n<p>An hour later I woke up still disapointed  but feeling a little bit better than I had. Chris saw that I was awake and came  over to lay on the couch with me, as were laying there he slipped his arm  underneath my head and placed the ring just barely in my line of sight.  Confused, I took whatever was in his hand and realized it was the most beautiful  ring I&#8217;d ever seen.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at chris and hugged him and all I could say  was &#8220;really? really?&#8221; He said yes and asked me &#8220;will you?&#8221; I asked him back  &#8220;will I what?&#8221; and he asked &#8220;will you marry me?&#8221; Of course I said yes. After all  was said and done Chris told me he was planning on proposing in Portland I told  him he still could have and he said &#8220;no I didn&#8217;t want to wait&#8221;. Then later on  that same weekend I found out my cousin got engaged the same day as us!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"977\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/heatherandchad2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/heatherandchad2.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"234,175\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"heatherandchad2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/heatherandchad2.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/heatherandchad2.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-977\" title=\"heatherandchad2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/heatherandchad2.jpg\" alt=\"heatherandchad2\" width=\"234\" height=\"175\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Heather and Chad<br \/>\nTitl<strong>e: <\/strong><\/strong><strong>Heather &amp; Chad: A Family Affair<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I had not one clue that my current husband, Chad, was going to propose to me the night that he did. He was on leave from the army base Ft. Polk for a two week vacation back home. He kept telling me that we should get our families together for a dinner at martinis, which is a five star restaurant, I agreed and so it began. He gathered all of our family which was both of our parents, siblings, and grandparents, for a beautiful dinner. He kept telling me I should wear a dress. Being the tomboy that I am I didn\u2019t want to but I finally gave in after he asked over and over again, I also wore some black high heels, which I never do, and as we were driving up I told him to make sure he didn\u2019t just run in because I can\u2019t walk too well in heels and he is 6\u20197\u201d and already takes huge strides anyway.<\/p>\n<p>When we got to the restaurant the first thing he did was run straight in. I was totally confused, had he even heard me? So I came into the restaurant and we all sat down at this low lit romantic table and my dad ordered some Champaign and then I notice that Chad\u2019s leg is tapping 100 miles per hour. So I lean over and ask him if he is okay? He tells me that he is and I just figure it\u2019s because we have never had our families together before and he is nervous. We continue to order our food and then it happens, He gets down on one knee and takes my hand and says the words, \u201cHeather, I love you, will you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At first I thought he was joking because he is such a jokester, earlier in the week he had bought some cufflinks and asked me the same question in a silly way so I thought he was kidding again. Because of this I nudged him and lovingly said, \u201cShutup!\u201d while laughing. Then I looked at my family, the women were crying, the men were smiling, and then he opened the box. The ring was beautiful! Perfect in everyway and as tears streamed down my face I said, \u201cYES I WILL!\u201d I hugged him and employees at the restaurant brought me roses, everyone stood up and clapped.<\/p>\n<p>We got the whole thing on video and pictures were taken by my family, I was so happy and found out later that he had asked my dad for my hand. I was so happy to hear that my dad said of course and he helped Chad find the perfect ring for me. I also found out why he ran into the restaurant so quick without me. He was trying to make sure the roses were ready \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Couple: Christina and Mark<br \/>\nTitle: Valentines Day<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The story of how we got engaged will be told by Maid of Honor, Jillian  Braun&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the afternoon of Friday, February 13th, 2009 when Mark  walks into my office, closes the door, and places a ring box on my desk. It  doesn&#8217;t take a genius to know what&#8217;s inside, I could barely contain my  excitement! He tells me that he&#8217;s planning on proposing to Christina at dinner  on Valentine&#8217;s Day. (The four of us: myself, Christina, Chris, and Mark were  planning on having dinner at the romantic Cynthia&#8217;s Ristorante in downtown  Paducah, KY on Saturday night.) But now&#8230;Mark&#8217;s going to propose?!!? Chris and  I certainly can&#8217;t be there for such an intimate moment! I immediately  congratulate Mark and, like a typical girl, start rattling off the questions!<\/p>\n<p>J: You&#8217;re doing it tomorrow?!!?<\/p>\n<p>M: Yep.<\/p>\n<p>J: Chris and I  will stay home! You take the reservations!<\/p>\n<p>M: I want you guys to be  there.<\/p>\n<p>J: When did you?&#8230;where did you?&#8230;how did this&#8230;? (I was at a  loss for words, couldn&#8217;t finish my own questions&#8230;but Mark filled me  in).<\/p>\n<p>M: I&#8217;ve had the ring since November. I&#8217;ve almost proposed three  different times, but I always get too nervous. I&#8217;m going to do it tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>J: OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! YAAAAY!!! I&#8217;m SO excited! *squeal*<\/p>\n<p>M: Don&#8217;t  tell Chris.<\/p>\n<p>Saturday rolls around and I&#8217;m about to explode with  this secret that I can&#8217;t share with anyone! (Grrrr&#8230;.thanks, Mark&#8230;I hate  keeping secrets!)<\/p>\n<p>As I&#8217;m getting ready, bouncing around with excitement  and anticipation, I get a message from Mark&#8230;he&#8217;s getting cold feet, he&#8217;s  backing out of proposing. Now, my typical response is to scream at the top of my  lungs and tell him it&#8217;s about time he makes this happen!! But I restrain myself  and reassure Mark that no matter the time, day, occasion, or setting, Christina  will say yes and will always remember the moment he got down on one knee as  nothing but perfect. I told him to take his time and wait for his own moment,  just because it was Valentine&#8217;s Day didn&#8217;t make the proposal anymore perfect.<\/p>\n<p>The evening arrived&#8230;Mark looked dashing; Christina, stunning. As we  sat at dinner, I couldn&#8217;t help but think how perfect it would be for Mark to  propose there. The setting was romantic, the food was excellent, and the  conversation led to&#8230;marriage. Christina&#8217;s timing on the subject couldn&#8217;t have  been more perfect! She talked about how just that week someone had told her it  was about time her boyfriend proposed, she talked about how she and I should  move in together, she talked about how Mark was NEVER going to propose! If I  could have kicked Mark from under the table, I would have. Instead, I listened  intently to Christina go on and on about how she&#8217;ll be a single girl  forever!<\/p>\n<p>I thought maybe by dessert Mark would make his move. Yet I also  wondered if the topic that had dominated the nights&#8217; conversation would keep  that ring in Mark&#8217;s pocket for another three months! Dessert came and went with  no ring in the cheesecake or the champagne and I began to give up on the idea  that Mark could be swayed to ask the big question.<\/p>\n<p>But then!!!&#8230;we all  piled into the car and Mark drove us down to the river. He wanted to go for a  walk! (I&#8217;m thinking: Yes! Perfect! They can go off alone, this will be great! I  even pictured them on the cute little park bench that sat on the hill  overlooking the river, that&#8217;s where it would happen, I was certain of it!). So  of course, I was really excited about going for a walk in 35 degree weather, I  didn&#8217;t see any reason not to go! &#8230;but then there was Chris and Christina. They  wanted to sit in the car. They didn&#8217;t want to get out in the cold. They even  suggested that Mark and I go for a walk!! Oh! The nerve of them! This could be  Christina&#8217;s perfect moment and she&#8217;d rather sit in the car with my boyfriend!!  Ohhh, the two of them are exhausting sometimes!!<\/p>\n<p>So we kept driving, and  I was feeling the weight of a bowling ball in my gut. I wanted to yell at Chris  and shake Christina, I should have just kicked them both out of the car! Once  again, I thought the moment had passed&#8230;but Mark came through again! He saw a  horse-drawn carriage coming down the road!! What another perfect idea! My hopes  were renewed!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on, guys! Let&#8217;s take a carriage ride!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s  too cold. It&#8217;s going to smell like horse poop. Let&#8217;s just go home. You and Mark  go if you wanna go so badly.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>OH. MY. GOODNESS.<\/p>\n<p>So that was it.  My hopes were lost. It was time to go home and call it a night. It was a long  drive home and it was only appropriate that Beyonce&#8217;s &#8220;Single Ladies&#8221; played on  the radio before the night was completely over. Poor Mark, I thought. He really  tried. We called it a night and all went our separate ways.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;then&#8230;not a half an hour later&#8230;the phone rings. HE DID IT! HE  ASKED! SHE SAID YES!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!<\/p>\n<p>How did it happen?<\/p>\n<p>Well,  after they got home, Christina was getting ready for bed, time to wash up and  get some sleep. But Mark had different plans. As Christina was walking towards  the bathroom, Mark said her name. Without a glance towards Mark, she tells him  she&#8217;s getting ready for bed and going to sleep. He says her name again, and this  time she turns around only to find Mark right behind her, down on one knee,  holding a beautiful engagement ring. Tears immediately fill Christina&#8217;s eyes as  Mark asks the big question. In her excitement and tears, she got so excited she  forgot to tell Mark &#8220;yes&#8221;!!! He checks with her just to be sure, and of course,  her answer is undoubtedly yes and the moment was undoubtedly perfect.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"978\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/nicole_rossman\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/nicole_rossman.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"125,250\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"nicole_rossman\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/nicole_rossman.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/nicole_rossman.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-978\" title=\"nicole_rossman\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/nicole_rossman.jpg\" alt=\"nicole_rossman\" width=\"125\" height=\"250\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Nicole and Daniel<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Title:\u00a0 Surprise Proposal Trip to USVI &#8211; St. Thomas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Over the past year we have had many serious talks about getting married. I have been anxiously waiting for a proposal for quite some time and I knew whenever it happened it would happen in God&#8217;s timing&#8230;<br \/>\nOn Monday, October 19th, 2009 Daniel and I went to a local park to eat subs for dinner on a park bench. I thought when we were finished we would walk around and watch the sunset. He said he had a small surprise for me so he drove me to a local bookstore and said we were there to get some magazines for our next trip. I went along with his idea and we got some magazines (this isn&#8217;t unusual as we often go here to look at magazines). He then took me to his place and in his room on the floor was a large openend suitcase on the floor. He placed the magazines inside and said &#8220;You&#8217;re taking this home and you&#8217;re going to pack. Tomorrow after work we&#8217;re driving to Miami and then going somewhere else the following day&#8221;. I was so shocked and surprised! Daniel had even taken off work for me and cancelled other plans I had scheduled for that weekend without me knowing.<\/p>\n<p>While in Miami we had lunch, shopped, and waited for our flight which didn&#8217;t leave until later. It wasn&#8217;t until we got to the airport that Daniel surprised me and said we were on our way to St. Thomas &#8211; Virgin Islands! We arrived late and called it a day at the resort we were staying at. The next morning on Thursday, October 22nd we had breakfast and went to a local market for some groceries. That early afternoon he had planned for us to go on a sailboat. I thought it would be a group outing, but I soon found out he had chartered this private sailboat for just us! Our first destination was a private island near St. John where we were dropped off by smaller boat and we snorkeled for a couple hours until our lunch on the sailboat was ready. Afterwards we enjoyed a romantic lunch and listened to relaxing music. After lunch our last destination was to take a smaller boat to a nearby beach on St. John Island called Honeymoon Beach, which is a very private beach and the nicest beach I&#8217;ve ever seen. Daniel and I swam around in the beautiful blue water, and just enjoyed ourselves until Daniel flagged over the guys from our sailboat. I thought they were just bringing over our camera we left on the boat, but it was actually Daniel&#8217;s plan so we could get pictures of him proposing to me! Soon after they arrived on shore with our camera Daniel picked me up off the towel I was laying on, dropped to one knee, and proposed!<\/p>\n<p>After the proposal we went back on the sailboat and sailed into the sunset (literally) back to our resort in St. Thomas! We spent five days on the island and will remember this memorable trip forever!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"979\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/sheena2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/sheena2.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"179,225\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"sheena2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/sheena2.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/sheena2.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-979\" title=\"sheena2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/sheena2.jpg\" alt=\"sheena2\" width=\"179\" height=\"225\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Sheena and Steven<br \/>\nTitl<strong>e: <\/strong><\/strong><strong>The Proposal Surprise!!!<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> <\/strong><br \/>\nSteven proposed on Tuesday, May 26, 2009 after  being together for just under 3 years.<\/p>\n<p>Tuesdays have been a special day  for us, a sort of &#8220;us-time&#8221; that allows us to grow and strengthen our friendship  and love for eachother without any distractions.<\/p>\n<p>So there really  couldn&#8217;t have been a more perfect day for Steven to propose. During an amazing  time surfing at the O&#8217;side pier early in the morning with our good friend Cory,  Sheena experienced her first barrel. Sheena &amp; Steven spent the rest of their  sunny summer day with swimming and a poolside lunch.<\/p>\n<p>To add to the day\u2019s  perfection, Sheena later took a nap while Steven made plans with his mom. When  she awoke, Tammy told Sheena &amp; Steven that she had a family\u2019s photo-shoot at  the beach at sunset and asked if they wanted to go to the beach with her to look  for seashells. Agreeing to meet Tammy there, they first ran some errands and  then headed to the beach\u2026 just like any other day, or so Sheena  thought!<\/p>\n<p>Prepared for a fun time at the beach, Sheena &amp; Steven walked  up with a Frisbee around Steven\u2019s neck and towels around Sheena\u2019s, but realized  that Tammy had not yet begun shooting. Sheena asked where the family was that  she was supposed to take photos of and was told they were just running late.  After agreeing they should all just hang out and look for seashells while they  waited\u2014Sheena, Steven, Tammy, Rick, &amp; Bree all went down by the water and  began looking for shells.<\/p>\n<p>While Sheena scanned the shore for shells,  Tammy directed her attention by walking over to the jetty. With Steven trailing  just behind her, Sheena was quickly drawn to a bright white object tucked  between the jetty rocks. Her excitement grew as she realized what she had  found\u2014a perfect, giant, white sand-dollar. Reaching for it with shear amazement,  she hesitated for a moment as Tammy took her photo. Sheena then realized that  Tammy must have been playing a trick on her and Steven by hiding such a perfect  sand-dollar knowing we would find it. Sheena, thinking Tammy was just trying to  trick them, continued to reach for the sand-dollar and picked it up.<\/p>\n<p>Admiring the sand-dollar\u2019s perfection, Sheena looked at the top of it  before flipping it over. When she did, Sheena began reading something written on  the back of it. Confused by thinking she found someone else\u2019s hidden  sand-dollar, Sheena\u2019s excitement, shock, and happiness overwhelmed her as she  realized the message was for her. It read, \u201cWill you marry me Sheena?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Looking back and forth with trembles running through her body, she  turned around to find Steven down on one knee holding a small box with a ring in  it. Before even looking at the ring, Sheena hugged and kissed Steven\u2014saying  \u201cYes\u201d as he stood and embraced her. Completely overwhelmed with joy, Sheena  began crying as Steven whispered, \u201cI love you.\u201d Steven then got back down on one  knee, told Sheena how much and why he loves her and slid the ring on her finger.<\/p>\n<p>Sheena &amp; Steven will marry on May 23, 2010. They will start their  live together one year after the proposal &amp; one week after they graduate  from college!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"980\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/kelly2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/kelly2.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"227,185\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"kelly2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/kelly2.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/kelly2.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-980\" title=\"kelly2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/kelly2.jpg\" alt=\"kelly2\" width=\"227\" height=\"185\" \/><br \/>\nCouple: Kelly and Mike<br \/>\nTitl<strong>e: <\/strong><\/strong><strong>Best Flight Ever!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We rented a plane &amp; went flying (not unusual- we&#8217;re both pilots). We were  around 1 nautical mile high &amp; flying over the main lake in my hometown when Mike told me he was going to do a &#8216;negative g&#8217; maneuver. (I didn&#8217;t see him take  the ring box out of his flight bag &amp; set it on the floor because I was busy  taking pictures of things on the ground.) When Mike pushed the nose down (part of  the maneuver), things in the plane started to float&#8230; including the ring box-  right into my lap! I couldn&#8217;t believe that he was actually proposing &amp; kept  asking, &#8220;Are you serious, is this real?!&#8221; I eventually said yes &amp; now we&#8217;re  planning our wedding at the ballroom on the lake (were flying above when he  proposed!).<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"981\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/hollie_aaron\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Hollie_Aaron.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"196,200\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Hollie_Aaron\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Hollie_Aaron.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Hollie_Aaron.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-981\" title=\"Hollie_Aaron\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Hollie_Aaron.jpg\" alt=\"Hollie_Aaron\" width=\"196\" height=\"200\" \/><br \/>\nNames: Hollie and Aaron<br \/>\nTitle:\u00a0 Poor Aaron<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was time to take down our Christmas tree. We always put off taking down the  tree, it was sad for me. I love the holidays. My name is fitting:) Aaron and I  had very blue glittery ornaments so our tree was shiny from top to bottom. Aaron  placed my &#8220;shiny&#8221; ring on an ornament then he placed that on a branch of the  tree facing the wall. It was a busy day, I remember Aaron going out on a snowy  day to run a FEW errands. I stayed back to finish things. I remember waiting for  Aaron to take down the tree&#8230;we always did it together. That particular day  Aaron was pokey and I wanted to start cleaning around the tree. I pulled only a  few ornaments off and that turned into all ornaments &#8230;.i placed them all in a  big box. The tree was bare. The skirt was dusted off in the snow. I cleaned up  that big needle mess. Sad part was&#8211;When Aaron finally got home he was a crank.  He asked a billion questions and was ticked that I had taken down the tree  without him. He rushed to the box of ornaments and dug through them.<br \/>\n(he  found the ring on top the ornament he placed it on)<\/p>\n<p>I had no clue the ring  was on the tree. It&#8217;s so funny&#8230;I never saw the ring&#8230;the ornaments were so  glittery and since i had no clue&#8230;..i never sought out to look for  it.<\/p>\n<p>****************************************************************************<br \/>\nAaron&#8217;s  second try at proposing&#8230;this time it worked:) Poor Aaron!<br \/>\nIt was January  7th, 2009.<br \/>\nAaron placed photos of us around our bedroom. He attached strings  to each one so i had to start at one and go around the room:)<br \/>\nHe had past  photos of us: with a note, I loved you in the past<br \/>\nPresent photos of us: with  a note, I love you now<br \/>\nand a shiny box that had a note on it: I will love you  forever<br \/>\nI opened the box, it was empty<br \/>\nHe went to his knee and proposed  with my beautiful ring.<br \/>\nAaron talks about how he loved his first  proposal&#8230;.and wished it worked out&#8230;&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>But i tell him we have  stories for our children someday:)<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><br \/>\n<strong><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"982\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/best-proposal-contest-finalists\/amanda2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/amanda2.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"193,220\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"amanda2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/amanda2.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/amanda2.jpg\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-982\" title=\"amanda2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hansonellis.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/amanda2.jpg\" alt=\"amanda2\" width=\"193\" height=\"220\" \/><br \/>\nNames: Amanda and Chris<br \/>\nTitle:\u00a0<strong> <\/strong><\/strong><strong>To the rescue<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was at his fire fighting graduation. The recruits were showing everyone all  the things they learned. The last thing was climbling the ladder of the six  story building that had smoke coming out of it. The Chief asked me to go to the  top and present Chris with the leadership award when he got up there as the  classes top recruit. I snuck up and he was the last person on the roof. With all  his recruit buddies around I made a speech and gave him the award. When he  opened it, it was blank. Then he said there is no award, and got down on one  knee and proposed! I was beyond shocked. I cried like a baby. All the guys were  taking pictures of it for everyone on the ground. I just held the ring in my  hand because I didnt know what finger it was suppose to go on. He got up and put  it on for me. I then heard my dad on the radio. I looked over the building and  our friends and family were all there cheering. The chief had his speaker on so  they could hear! It was perfect!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: none;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/images2\/4dots_blue.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"10\" height=\"11\" \/><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>HOW TO VOTE:<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\nAfter reading their proposal stories, VOTE on who you think should win the the prize worth up to $500. You can only vote once a day.<span style=\"font-family: georgia;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> Voting ends on 12\/31\/09 at 11:59 pm.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The winner will be announced on <strong>January 8th, 2010<\/strong>. <span style=\"color: #000000;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><script src=\"http:\/\/static.polldaddy.com\/p\/2401431.js\" type=\"text\/javascript\"><\/script><noscript>&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br \/&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&#8221;http:\/\/answers.polldaddy.com\/poll\/2401431\/&#8221; mce_href=&#8221;http:\/\/answers.polldaddy.com\/poll\/2401431\/&#8221;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Please vote for your favorite proposal story.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;\/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;span style=&#8221;font-size:9px;&#8221; mce_style=&#8221;font-size:9px;&#8221;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;(&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&#8221;http:\/\/answers.polldaddy.com&#8221; mce_href=&#8221;http:\/\/answers.polldaddy.com&#8221;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;trends&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;\/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;)&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;\/span&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br \/&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; <\/noscript><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thanks to all who entered in our first ever best proposal contest. We received many entries and have narrowed down to 10 finalists. Read their proposal stories below and vote on who you think should win up to $500 in personalized gifts and wedding favors from HansonEllis. 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