My DH and I were pretty young when we got married.. now we are old fogies (sp?) with 17 years of marriage under our belt. We had been talking about getting married for a while.. young love from being HS sweethearts and such. I had mentioned at one point to him (I do not really remember the conversation at all) that it would be great to get engaged on New Year's Eve so we could have the year start off right. Well, as luck would have it, I ended up having to be on my college campus until about 7pm on NYE for basketball practice and then had another practice scheduled for 11am the next morning. (I went to college about 90 miles from where DH lived at that time-- long distance relationship. Ugghh!!) Well, DH had thought about renting a room at a motel room but with my practice schedule, I would not have gotten to the motel until nearly 9pm and then would have to be back on the road by 9am to get to practice on time. So, he didn't reserve the room. We got engaged, instead, on Christmas Eve. All of his family was at his parents' house- his brother and sister (and their spouses) as well as his grandparents. We were being called upstairs for supper and I had to use the facilities. When I got out, he was still waiting downstairs for me... everyone else had gone upstairs. He called me over to him and told me he loved me... said some more beautiful words and then asked me to marry him. He was holding my engagement ring on his pinky. So, with Christmas music playing in the background and gorgeous tree lights twinkling, we got engaged. We went upstairs and shared the good news with everyone.