Tim's Side of the Story ::
To say I woke up on the day of my proposal would assume that
I slept. That was not the case. I rolled out of bed and pulled the ring from
its secret hiding place, just to make sure it didn’t run away overnight. It
didn’t run. I went to church without the ring, for fear of losing it, or
spontaneous combustion or something like that. I don’t remember much from the
service other than praying that God would help me lead her in the best way
possible. It was a great reminder to me to submit myself—and us—to Him.
After church I tried to make the day seem as normal as
possible. I went home, ate, went over a checklist of things with my parents,
grabbed the ring and put it in the midget pocket of jeans that nobody ever
uses, and got my backpack on the way to our favorite coffee shop. My sister
heard I was asking that day, and she treated us to coffee (unbeknownst to Liz).
It was so hard for so many people to not only keep it a secret, but to not show
their excitement in a noticeable way. On the outside, I was studying, drinking
my chai tea, and carrying on normal conversation. On the inside, I was running
through my plan, wondering if my family had everything they needed to setup the
space, and trying to not shout out “WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” as I looked at my
beautiful girl study. I made it through the afternoon without blabbing too
soon. It was the happiest and most excited I have felt in my entire life, and
keeping that contained was soooo tough. But I had made it this far, I could go
a little longer.
We walked around some art galleries in Kirkland for a study
break. In one of the galleries, there was a sculpture of two crows facing each
other, with one holding a ring in its mouth. I said, “awww, he’s proposing!” .
. . she said “No I think it must have stolen the ring from someone.” Great!
Just the kind of affirmation I needed. I immediately felt my pocket just to
make sure it was still there. We’re good.
Eventually we finished up our studying and work in Kirkland,
and I tried looking for a neutral restaurant. Something that wasn’t fast food,
but didn’t scream “I’m going to propose today”. A nice sit-down Greek place
would do the trick.
But on our way across the bridge I began to realize that we
wouldn’t have time to get there, get seated, eat, and head all the way over to
Gasworks Park before the sun went down. I decided to sacrifice the
non-fast-food requirement and get something quick so we could get there in
time. We tried to find a pizza place in the U-district, but ended up going to
Chipotle. I was so nervous about the timing of everything! I did what I could
to make up for lost time, and I swallowed three tacos whole. We drove towards
the park but ended up being a couple minutes EARLY after all that, so I
pretended to go down the wrong street on accident (I had been there two days
before), and stopped to get gum because I HAD to get the taste of tacos out of
my mouth. We finally got to the park and I sent a secret text to everyone that
read, “We’re here! Hide!” I couldn’t say
much at that point. I was so happy the moment had come.
I got to the stairs, and SURPRISE! There was my friend and
photographer at the bottom of the stairs. Liz immediately said, “oh my gosh are
you kidding me? Are you serious?? Is this seriously happening?” . . . I took
that as a positive rather than a negative. We descended down the stairs, and
had our last dance as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then I explained all the things
I love about her, and how much I look forward to life with her—both the
ordinary and extraordinary. At last, I got on my knee and asked, “will you
marry me?” Our family popped out of the bushes they were hiding in to join us.
We celebrated our decision together. We exchanged words, laughs, and a few
gifts. The rest of that evening was a euphoric blur. But I’ll always remember
holding my bride-to-be on that sunlit walkway that looked over a glimmering
Seattle cityscape. And so life together began.
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