Our Engagement

I know this doesn't have anything to do with my blog and the reason why I made it, but I am very blessed and happy with who I am with, where I am in life and who I have become as a person. I would like to share with all you people out there a little bit of our proposal. Enjoy!

From my fiance - Anto K.

Merry Christmas

I had been thinking about it for months now. Being unconventional by nature, I wanted to make sure the moment was going to be special, unique and most of all, memorable. Some thoughts that had crossed my mind were proposing in the air over the Bay in a Cessna, but I realized that Kakod would surely vomit all over me & the flight instructor and didn't want that memory in our lives for the next 60 years. Another equally brilliant idea was putting the ring inside of a dapkevadz kofte (fried beef meatball) and letting her find it. The reason that didn't make it past the drawing board is I was afraid if she took a big enough bite, ill have to propose whilst on my knees, sifting through her poop biscuits for the ring on the way out. Although now that I think of it, given our nicknames, it would be quite appropriate and definitely memorable.
What to do, what to do. Luckily, timing presented itself around Christmas and I thought what better time than on Christmas Eve, in front of all of out loved ones. The days leading up to it were a little nerve wrecking, and the more I played it over in my head the more nervous I became. The only problem I was having was the creativity part. There's not much you can do at a Christmas dinner with family. My original thought was to hang the ring like an ornament on the tree or attach it to a mistletoe. I realized later that good thing I didn't do that because Sako was trying to get some brotherly man love at the diner table, armed with the very same mistletoe.
After getting anxious about the big moment, I had the Idea of dressing up like Santa, its been a tradition in my family, and I came to find out it was tradition in Kakod's too. Perfect. So its Christmas Eve, 6 PM and I'm satisfied with my plan, playing out the details and ready to execute it with military precision. If only things were actually as simple as I made them out to be in my head.
As I dressed the part in the garage, with two of Santa's lil' helpers Sako & Bedig, and hiding the ring in the Santa bag, Kakod comes running in and almost ruins the surprise. Luckily, My sleight of hand was quick enough to conceal the massive boulder of a ring. What made this whole ordeal a little tricky was that nobody knew this was going to happen so getting cooperation from the fam was a bit difficult. I just remember giving my sister the video camera and telling her to get whats going to happen on camera, and not consume the 12th glass of wine she was working on. Watching the video now, in hindsight, I should have been more specific.
I got dressed, sent Kakod back inside to "get the kids singing" said a quick prayer and started inside. As I heard everyone singing I remember all I could hear was the beat of my own heart. In addition to being nervous about the proposal, I'm absolutely terrified of dancing in front of others. Good thing I said that prayer. I entered the gauntlet of bodies almost dizzy, and hopping around like a drunken, homosexual elf, wondering if the girl I was about to propose to was enjoying this hilarious display of torture & comedy. To make matters harder, the singing was awful. Off beat, out of tune...I mean c'mon my people. I remember standing there, with my Santa bag in one arm, gift wrap core, make shift cane in another, yelling something along the lines of "c'mon guys lemme hear you sing!!" I did a couple more sick ass dance moves, then pulled Kakod in to dance with me. She immediately responded with a "what are you doing!" insisting I don't drag her into the awkward spectacle I was orchestrating. Little did she know how awkward it was about to get.
I asked her if she had been a good girl this year and she said she had, she was right. I checked my list, twice. So I bent over into my bag, reached in and grabbed the little white box that had the rest of our lives together in it, got down and asked Kakod if she would marry me. After what seemed like hours of tears, laughter, and paparazzi-style photography, my Kakod made me whole, and accepted the invitation to spend the rest her life with me. Far more than what I deserve, this year, The Lord gave me the greatest gift of all, and on His own birthday at that. A Merry Christmas indeed.