Seventeen years ago next week, a boy took a broken but idealistic girl on a ferry ride away from the city to the little island that was "theirs". He toted a sleeping bag and a roll of toilet paper (because he said she always had to "go" at the most inopportune moments). She wondered if this was the night and after a long evening with many nervous gestures and a beautiful love letter, he proposed. She was giddy and didn't know what to say as they snuggled on that sleeping bag at the cool water's edge, watching the lights twinkle from the CN Tower. He flipped her over, sat on her and demanded an answer. She laughed and laughed and when he slid on the ring, she said, yes! He wanted to soak up the mood of the evening and the romance of the location but with such a momentous event, the girl just had to get home to share the news.
Several years later, the two of them sailed from that city again to the little island, this time with four little people who were born as evidence of their love. They wanted a quiet place away from the city and they found it there again. The couple shared their love story with their children at the water's edge, the one with the view of the CN Tower. The eldest was thoughtful, always curious about pieces of the heritage puzzle. The younger ones will hear it again and again so the couple will never forget themselves. 
It would seem that the children loved the little island as well.
There have been many revisits to that place since he placed the hard-earned diamond on her finger, but none so sweet as with the ones who have completed their love. And with a tower looming above and the wind blowing their hair, they waved goodbye to the island that holds a little piece of their life's puzzle.
