For many people, today is simply the Superbowl. For me, it is much more than that. 5 years ago today, Chase decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me (crazy!) and propose.
Chase has always been a creative guy and his proposal DEFINITELY demonstrated his knack for all things thoughtful and adorable.
February 5, 2007 was a random Tuesday that Chase declared a “Date Day.” You see, Chase graduated a semester early and spent the Spring of my senior year waiting tables at a fine dining restaurant in Williamsburg (The Trellis…home of the Death By Chocolate Cake).
This stuff is SERIOUS chocolate. Multiple layers of chocolate goodness.
The day started with Chase picking me up at my dorm room at 9AM and escorting me to the parlour which he had transformed into a “Bistro.” You see, Chase and I had a tradition of going out to breakfast at the Blue Talon Bistro (a little French restaurant that we could walk to very easily) twice a week and ordering croissants and hot tea. However, in January of 2007, the restaurant caught on fire and was destroyed (happily, they rebuilt it!). These breakfasts were such a happy memory of our dating relationship that Chase recreated it with a sign, plates that were identical to Blue Talon, and croissants with AMAZING apricot jam.
At this point I did not think anything was up, I just thought he was being cute. After breakfast he said we were going on a memory drive to revisit all of our “dates” around Williamsburg.
We visited the tree that we had surreptitiously carved our names into on our first Valentine’s Day together.
We visited Jamestown Beach, where we had gone on picnics and beach days.
He took me to special spots around Colonial Williamsburg, as well.
For lunch, he took me to the Cheese Shop, which was the place of our first “dinner date.” At this point I was a smidgen suspicious because Chase was acting a little flighty and kept checking his watch.
After lunch, I told Chase that I wanted to stop at the chocolate shop next door to get a GIANT snowcap. (Hey, I had priorities).
He agreed and then mentioned that we could go to the Kimball Theater (the artsy movie theater in Colonial Williamsburg) to eat my treat. It was next door to the candy shop and also the site of our very first “Chase paid for me” date.
I was totally NOT feeling this suggestion because the theater does not really open until the afternoon. However, Chase kept saying that the doors were open and no one would care. I finally caved and went inside with him and sat down in the giant theater.
After about 2 minutes the curtains opened (yes, the theater had red velvet curtains—LOVE) and a movie started to play. And not just any movie. It was You’ve Got Mail, which was “our” movie. It was the very first movie we watched together after meeting freshman year and we seriously watched it at least bi-weekly throughout college.
The movie did not begin at the start—it was set to a certain spot—the point in the movie where the discussion goes like this:
JOE Sometimes I wonder... KATHLEEN What? They stop walking, they look at each other. JOE If I hadn't been Foxbooks and you hadn't been The Shop Around the Corner and we'd just met -- KATHLEEN Don't. JOE I would have asked for your phone number and I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and asking, "How about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie, for as long as we both shall live?" KATHLEEN (almost a swoon) Joe... JOE And then we would never have been at war. KATHLEEN No. JOE The only fight we'd ever have is what video to rent on Saturday night. KATHLEEN Who fights about that? JOE Some people. Not us. KATHLEEN We would never. A long beat. JOE If only...
At this point I am only midway through eating my amazing snowcap, so I do what any 5-year-old would do and stuffed the rest of it in my mouth because I had a feeling something MAJOR was about to happen.
Right as I finished chewing, Chase popped up and said we were on to the next stop—I was SO confused. All of a sudden I felt kind of silly for thinking he was going to propose so I played it all cool.
We headed across the street to the Wren Building (the oldest college building in America and the chapel where we went to many mandatory classical guitar concerts for Chase’s music class).
We went up to the balcony (which was our favorite spot) and Chase started saying all of these romantic things and he handed me our letter journal. Instead of sending “love letters” throughout our relationship, we would write them in the journal and trade it back and forth. He had me open the journal and he left notes on various pages…the last one was this:
Chase then asked if I would marry him in that very place in 5 months because he and my mom had already reserved the Wren Chapel. Sneaky, Sneaky.
In case, y’all are wondering, I said “YES!”
And then we celebrated!
I would be totally lying if I said “And then we lived happily ever after” because we all know life is no fairy tale. We have definitely had our ups and downs, but I would totally say “Yes!” again. That’s what matters, right?