How We Met
I spent two years blissfully unaware that my husband was down the street from me. We both attended Iona college but never met during our time there, even though we shared a handful of mutual friends. It was thanks to an Instagram post from one of those mutual friends, two years later, that would draw Sean to my inbox. “Have we met?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. We’ve spoken every day since. I showed up to our date, a nervous wreck, sweating through my jumpsuit. I gave myself a pep talk in the bathroom to pull it together..”This could be the one..” I told myself. And I was right!
How They Asked
Sean and I took a big vacation this summer. We started in Colorado with his family, to see our favorite band play at the Red Rocks (hashtag bucket list). Sean and I decided to extend our travels and hop on a flight to California, where we’d explore our first National Park. Yosemite did not disappoint. The weather was beautiful, we saw some unforgettable views, and we stayed in a Tiny House on a llama farm. We celebrated my 27th birthday with a fancy steak dinner at their famous lodge and the next day we took a 3-hour float down the Merced River, ending with a bike round around the entire floor of the park. We decided we couldn’t go to the park and not hike, so on our last day there we took a beautiful hike along the side of a waterfall, appropriately titled the “mist trail”. When we got to a bridge over the waterfall, we, of course, had to take a picture. I gave my phone to an unsuspecting bystander. All was normal until Sean gave HIS phone to the SAME women and asked her to take a video. “Why is she taking a video of us?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Because I’m proposing,” he said, and that’s when he got down on one knee.
This is about the time we both blacked out. I was so surprised and excited that I gave him the wrong hand. He was so nervous he just kept asking “am I on the right knee?”. After everything settled and we were back at the Airbnb, neither of us was even sure he asked me to marry him. So for good measure, he looked at me once again, and said: “Will you marry me?”. Of course, I answered with “yes.”