June 10, 2011
This TL:DR comes at great timing since our 4 year wedding anniversary is coming up soon! On June 16th, 2011, we will have been married for four years! Yay! So here’s our proposal story:
Well, it’s a bit of a lengthy story, but here goes! Simon decided to surprise me by proposing on our one year dateaversary, and he began the plan early in the morning. In cahoots with my mom, he surprised me with breakfastâ€¦more specially, breakfast burrito hearts. That’s when you take a burrito, cut it in a diagonal in the middle, and then rotate one half of the burrito so that, instead of being a straight bar, it looks like a heart-shape. It’s kind of hard to explain, but once you know how to do it you’ll never make a romantic burrito for someone again without making a heart out of it!
Anyhow, after we finished breakfast he told me to get ready because we had lunch reservations at a fancy place. While I got ready my mom headed out to get some groceries (but little did I know my mom and Simon were working together) and assured us she’d be back on time. She, however, was not back on time and Simon began to act worried and frantic. I didn’t know, however, that this was all an act. While Simon was feigning panic he surprised me with a limo! Bam! A limo pulled up to my driveway. Before we got in, though, Simon blindfolded me to prevent me from discovering our destination too early on. He even asked the limo driver to drive in circles in order to confuse my awesome GPS/photogenic mind.
We arrived at Hart House, a super old Victorian building which is part of the University of Toronto, and headed to the bistro upstairs. We had talked about how great it would be to have our wedding reception at that building since we met at University and spent a lot of time studying in that building together. Yes, we talked about our wedding long before we were even formally engaged. Anyhow, during our lunch at the bistro, Simon moaned and groaned about how he was a broke student and couldn’t afford to buy me an engagement ring until the summer, and I nodded with agreement and understanding. Little did I know he had already formally asked for my hand in marriage from my parents, and bought an engagement ring with my sister the week before.
After a delicious full course meal, Simon had bought tickets to see a movie. We watched “Thank You For Smoking.” After the movie, we grabbed a coffee and went for a leisurely walk around Toronto. Simon suggested visiting our old classroom where we first met and taking some pictures. That’s when something weird happened. We didn’t mention this in the video because it was a bit too long to get into. Simon had secretly booked the classroom in advance, and had one of his friends decorate the classroom, so that when we walked in it would be all beautiful. His friend, though, had to confirm how long it would take for them to arrive to the classroom. So, she called Simon on his cellphone. He couldn’t say out loud “oh we’ll be there in ten minutes” because I would easily guess that something was planned for the room. And so, when she called Simon, all I heard Simon was was “Hello? Who? Wrong number”
Little did I know that this was a secret code. The amount of times Simon said “Who” was the length of time we were away from the classroom. The pattern (Simon explained to me afterwards) went like this:
“Hello? Wrong number” = 5 minutes
“Hello? Who? Wrong number” = 10 minutes
“Hello? Who? Who? Wrong number” = 15 minutes
I asked him afterwards who they asked for, and he said “somebody named “Trajan”” and went on to say that it was a really weird but cool name. I was totally suckered, and Simon’s friend had received the information she needed.
We moseyed on over to the classroom and when I opened the door I was totally floored. The room was covered in candles and rose petals, and old poems were scattered all over the tables and chairs and a huge romantic poem was hand written all over the board. It was not the poem we mentioned in the video. “Remember” by Christina Rossetti is a sad poem. The one Simon recited was called “I wish I could remember that first day;” Here’s how it goes:
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand â€“ Did one but know!
Simon told me to sit down in the chair I used to sit in. He came over and told me, “When we first met I called you Martina, then I called you Sunshine, then I called you Snuggleduck, and now I’m hoping to call you my wife.” Out of nowhere he whipped out a gorgeous blue box with big chocolate brown ribbons and there was a gorgeous engagement ring. I was totally shocked. I burst into tears and of course, replied yes! Before I could process what happened, Simon grabbed my hand and rushed me upstairs. There was another limo waiting for us and we hopped inside.
We didn’t actually say this part in the video, so here are some more details: I tried to call my family, but no one would pick up the phone. Simon was encouraging me to call them, and I was getting flustered because everyone’s phone was busy. I didn’t know that Simon had beforehand told them to all turn off their phones at around that time. ARRGGHH!! It totally got me distracted when we pulled up to the restaurant in my Baka’s (<—my grandmother) neighbourhood. My Baka had passed away recently and Simon wanted to include her in the celebration. I was surprised (again) to see my family waiting for me at the restaurant with a bottle of champaign! Wow! We hugged and cried a lot and enjoyed a delicious supper. Since it was our one year dateaversary , I had prepared a gift for Simonâ€¦which seemed a little lame after what Simon had planned. It was a mix CD with some hand-drawn doodles on the cover… *cough* Anyways, the whole family piled into the car and enjoyed my mix CD as we all drove back to my house together. Yay!
Hopefully that wasn’t too long and boring for you to read, and hopefully it wasn’t a let down, either. I think we might have hyped up the proposal in last week’s TLDR video. It wasn’t news-worthy epic and mind-blowing, but it was really special and really nicely thought out, and…yeah! It’s one of our fondest memories together.