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We went to dinner at Bavette's on Friday, March 6th, to celebrate our three-year dating anniversary.  In lieu of presents, we decided to write each other poems and read them aloud after dinner. Our poems were a representation of our personalities; mine was humorous, childish and scattered; Derek's was thoughtful, mature and professionally written. I had previously told Derek, in a playful manner, never to propose to me on a Friday night, since I'm typically burnt out after the work week, so I wasn't expecting a thing.  The next morning when I got out of the shower, I noticed a large glass vase overflowing with a vibrant arrangement of my favorite flowers. Next to it was the first piece of rhyming poem that was scattered down our hallway, leading into the kitchen. I thought to myself that the poem theme was a bit redundant, since we concluded our anniversary the previous night, but was eager to see what the poem trail led to. I was secretly hoping that Derek dressed our cat up in a silly outfit. When I stepped into the kitchen, with my hair soaking wet, I saw Derek wearing a blazer with a gleam in his eye.  At that exact moment, I don't remember what he said, but I know that I said, "Yes!" in a high-pitched shaking voice. That was the start of the best day of my life!