In August 2007 James left for military basic training. It was a long 4 months before I saw him again. During that time, like all women, I spent a little bit of time in the jewellery stores. I spied the engagement rings, and my heart was set. I knew then, as I had known for a long time, this was the man I wanted to marry. During one of our few short phone conversations while he was away, the subject came up, and it was silently indicated that we both wanted the same thing.
When he came home for Christmas he went to my mother and father and asked their permission, after teasing him a bit, my mother and father gave it and we went ring shopping. He proposed one night while I was getting ready for work, after having had dinner together with him and my family.
One thing that always bothered him was how rushed the situation was, and so he started proposing again in all the ways he would've liked to. Over the months he proposed again on a pier along the Halifax waterfront, again in the new apartment I found him, and again after a beautiful dinner, just to name a few. All of these were done to re-solidify the decisions that may have at first seemed hasty, but the more he proposed, the more it became clear it was very well thought out on his end.
Often these 're-proposals' would occur shortly after returning from trips. In total he spent almost 21 months out of his first 24 months in the military away from home, with many occasional stops back into Halifax, and many trips back out, but most of the times he would return, there would be a new proposal, each one reminding me just how much he loved me, so I never would forget. After a hectic sailing schedule, training courses, and a million proposals, we are finally able to plan the wedding.
*As told by Amanda Cooper, with edits.