My husband proposed to me on a ski trip during spring break. It was Friday, March 18, 2005. When Knight first invited me to go skiing with him, I didn’t suspect anything. I hadn’t been skiing in a very long time, and I was pretty excited about the trip, but Knight was positively bouncing with anticipation. As the ski trip got closer and closer, Knight got more and more excited, and I began to suspect that something might be up. I actually confided to a friend that I suspected he was going to “pop the question” while we were on this trip.
He’d told me that we would be having dinner one night with some friends of his family that owned a romantic bed and breakfast in Winter Park. I thought that maybe he would propose after dinner that night. Knight was going up to Winter Park first with his mother and sister. Then they were going to fly back to Austin on the same day that I flew up to Colorado, and Knight would continue his vacation with me.
When I finally arrived in Winter Park, he was happy to see me, but he did seem a little odd. He would be bouncing around one moment, then go all quiet and subdued the next. Being rather moody myself, I didn’t think much about it. In retrospect, he was obviously vacillating between excitement and nervousness. Once we made it to the ski slopes, he seemed better. But maybe I was just distracted by trying to remember how to ski. The fact that the shape of skis had changed since I had learned to ski didn’t help.
Knight coached me on a few green runs, then I told him to go off and enjoy himself on the more demanding slopes while I got my ski legs back. By the end of the day, I had figured out the new skis and was doing better (At least I was falling down less). Knight and I went back to the hotel, had dinner, and soaked in the hot tub. I was tired and a bit sore, but I had had a wonderful time. I looked forward to skiing more the next day.
We woke up the next morning to 12″ of new powder on the slopes and a prediction of gentle snow showers the rest of the day. It was a perfect day for skiing. Again, Knight and I started out together on the green slopes, then I told Knight to go have fun on the blues and blacks. When we met for a late lunch, I was pretty tired. I also knew that tonight was the night that we were having dinner at his friend’s bed and breakfast, and I wanted time to take a long hot shower before we went.
I told Knight that I was probably only good for one more long run. We wanted it to be something we would both enjoy, so he took out the trail map and we looked for something good. He suggested “Lonesome Whistle” and pointed to it on the map. It was a long green starting very high on the mountain, and I wasn’t really sure I could handle it. But he assured me that it wasn’t too steep, and added that it was a really pretty trail. I thought, “What the hell! If I have any trouble, Knight will help me.” So I said, “Sure!”.
As we got up to leave the restaurant, I thought about taking some pictures of our last run. He’d been carrying the camera, since I was afraid that I’d fall on it and break it. So I patted his chest above where his inside pocket was and asked if the camera was okay. He got the strangest look on his face and put his hand over the pocket and said that the camera was fine. He then reached inside his parka, unzipped the pocket, felt around a little bit, then pulled out the camera, showed it to me and put it back in the pocket… very carefully. I thought his behavior was a little strange, but still didn’t figure out that he was carrying an engagement ring in that pocket.
We rode the lifts up the mountain and started down the slope. At first, Knight stayed with me, then he started skiing ahead of me. I was a little unhappy about that. I wanted to ski with him, not behind him. But then suddenly he pulled off to the side of the trail. I pulled off beside him as he was pulling his skis off. I was a little confused, and asked why he had pulled over, but immediately thought about the camera and asked, “Do you want to take some pictures?”
It was a really pretty spot with undisturbed powder on the side of the trail and snow covered evergreens in the background. He pulled out the camera, and we took a few pictures. I was disappointed that there was no one else around to take a picture of us together, but it was very peaceful and private. Knight put the camera back into his pocket and then started towards me. I was about to put my skis back on, but something about the way he was coming towards me made me hesitate. He got right up to me and he began to kneel in the snow. At that moment, I finally realized that he was going to propose.
I started smiling and laughing with excitement. I felt dizzy and didn’t hear what he was saying at first because of the buzzing in my ears. But the words, “Will you marry me?” came through loud and clear. And the ring made it even more obvious. I couldn’t say anything. I just held out my left hand towards him. He put the ring on my finger, then stood up and kissed me. After the kiss, he looked at me smiling, but with his eyebrows raised and a “waiting” expression. My brain finally started working again, and I realized that I hadn’t actually answered him.
I shouted, “Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”, laughing and shaking with happiness. I kept looking at the ring on my finger. It was beautiful!! Before the trip, he had taken me to look at rings, and in one shop there had been a vintage ring that I really liked. Unfortunately, it had been far too big for me, and it had also been made of white gold which I really didn’t like. I preferred rose gold. The ring he gave me was the same style as that ring, but in rose gold and sized to fit me perfectly.
He had had it custom made so I could have the exact ring that I wanted. What a wonderful, thoughtful, amazing man!!! I finally realized that some skiers had begun to ski past us. I held up my hand and yelled,”He proposed! He proposed!”. I think that may have embarrassed Knight. He may have tried to get me to stop shouting, but I’m not sure. I just wanted to show everyone my beautiful ring and let everyone know we were engaged. Eventually, I flagged down a nice young man with an Irish brogue and asked him to take our picture.
Afterwards, we started getting ready to finish the run down the mountain. I didn’t want to put my gloves on and cover up my sparkling ring, but I knew I had to. We started down, and I was doing pretty well considering how shaken I was, and that it was snowing, and that there was already about 12″ of powder on the slope. But then suddenly, my skis just stopped and my body kept going forward. I ended up face down in the snow.
Fortunately, the powder was pretty soft, but I’d ended up with my legs and skis going in opposite directions on the uphill side of my body. It was such an awkward position that I couldn’t get up on my own. I raised my head enough to see Knight look back at me and begin to climb the slope towards me. A nice girl stopped beside me and asked if I needed help. I glanced at her and then looked back at Knight. “No thanks,” I said. “My fiancé is coming to help me.”
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