Wedding Blog

We had been dating for almost seven years when Mr. Margarita decided to propose. I knew we were getting close to an engagement when Mr. Margarita suggested our families meet. Though our parents had casually met before at our college graduation, we arranged a formal meeting of the families over dinner at my brother’s house. As I’m sure it is with many cultures, the approval and general happiness of our families was a huge factor in our future together. Neither set of parents had expressed any major concerns about the fact that we were of different cultures and religions so I was mostly nervous about how the families would interact. My mom is loud, vivacious but my Dad is very quiet, soft spoken and generally prefers to do his own thing. Well it turns out that his family is very much the same way so it worked out well. The moms gabbed all night while the dads sat on the couch being entertained by my older brother.

Fast forward about six months. After going on numerous interviews across the country, Mr. Margarita was anxiously awaiting his medical school match day. Match day was the day when he would find out where he was doing his internship and residency for the next five years. Match day is on the third Thursday of March each year and also happened to be on the day of our anniversary. We both thought it would be better to postpone our anniversary celebration so we could focus on the excitement of his match. Mr. Margarita told me to plan to celebrate the following Wednesday night and that he would take care of all the plans.

Wednesday night came around and I drove to Boston after a long day at work with literally no idea of what was to come. Mr. Margarita promptly whisked me away in a cab to Boston’s North End and we pulled up to the same restaurant we went to on our first date. We had a romantic dinner and despite Mr. Margarita’s incredibly nervous behavior when the waiter took his coat (which had the ring hidden in it), I remained oblivious. After dinner we picked up some canolis at Mike’s Pastry (yum!) and took a stroll through the Boston commons. I blame it on the incredibly cold night, but I didn’t even realize we were walking towards the exact same bench we had sat on seven years prior. We sat down and Mr. Margarita gently reminded me that was where we sat on our first date, how far we had come and how he’d love to spend the rest of his life with me. It was literally not until that moment when he made a move to get down on one knee and I saw him pull the ring box out that I realized what he was doing. In my stupor, I think I screamed something like “shuttup!” a la Elaine from Seinfeld, started crying and happily accepted.

Here’s the gorgeous ring he picked out for me (yes it’s March and Mr. M still had a fake Christmas tree up):

Mr. Margarita really put so much thought into how he proposed to me and even scouted out the exact bench we had sat on the week before. It was so sweet that he brought our long story full circle.

Has anyone else had their first date recreated for a proposal?