Cooking up a Love Story
Sep 29 '00
On Friday, the eighth of September, Shira & I celebrated our first shabbat dinner together in our new apartment. The apartment was about half unpacked and we were really looking forward to celebrating the completion of a long week for both of us since we had both recently started new jobs. My brother, who had been visiting for the past few days, had left to go home in the morning. I called Shira up after I left work and told her that I had a surprise for her.
When I got home, Shira was taking a nap, I woke her up with a bouquet of white roses (which she assumed were her surprise) and I started to make dinner. We made Ginger Carrot Soup, which is a special food for us as it was what I had made on our first date back in February. We also made baked Tilapia fillets with champagne grapes and had a nice bottle of Sauternes for dessert. (Although, we never really made it to dessert.) We sang songs while we were cooking and found ourselves in a really good mood.
As we finished dinner, I was about to pop the question when we heard some booming noises coming from outside. We climbed outside onto the fire escape to see what was going on. Shira thought for a minute that planes were bombing the neighborhood, but luckily for us, it was just a fireworks show. (Although, we still do not know why there were fireworks in Brooklyn that night.) We came back inside the house and watched the rest of the fireworks through the window over our kitchen sink.
”I really love this apartment," I said, "but I think it's missing something. Do you know what it might be?"
"Well," she pondered, "we haven't built the kitchen cart yet."
"I don't think that's it." I replied.
"Ummm," she hesitated, "we haven't put the curtains up on the windows?"
"No, that's not it either." I remarked, "but I think I know what it is...."
Then I got down on my knee and asked her to marry me and she said yes. Well, actually, the first thing that she said was, “Are you really doing this?” and then she started swearing, but eventually, she said yes. Lots of hugging and laughing and crying happened and then when I explained that it was mother’s ring even more crying and laughing happened. (My mom died from breast cancer 10 years ago) Then we read the letter that daddy had given us explaining the story of the original purchase of the ring and then had a small water fight because, well, that sort of thing happens.
One of the white roses from that night is still hanging over the doorway in our apartment.
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Suggestions:
- Many friends suggested that I make sure to go ‘somewhere romantic’ to ask her to marry me. Being home can be pretty romantic.
- Be ready for the unexpected. I didn’t plan the fireworks, but if you go with whatever is happening at the time, even the most unexpected things can become part of the story.
- Don’t be surprised if your bride to be (or husband to be for that matter) starts mumbling incoherently, swearing, crying uncontrollably or just plain acting a little funny. It happens. It’s best to have some tissues within range and a comfortable place to sit.
- If you don’t worry about it being a surprise, you’ll probably have better luck surprising your intended.
- Write down your story so that you can tell it to your kids.
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