How We Met
Paul and I met in high school when we were in 9th grade. We had Spanish class together during the spring semester of that year. We first became interested in each other when we were placed in the same group for a project. We started talking, he asked for my phone number, and I often switched seats with the person next to him so we could sit together in class! He asked me to be his girlfriend on the last day of the school year and the rest is history!
how they asked
I can home from work on a typical Monday night and saw Paul’s car in the driveway. I was instantly excited to see that he had just driven up spur of the moment to surprise me and have dinner (at the time I lived an hour away). Little did I know, I was in for a much bigger surprise. He left a note on my door saying to walk down to the water behind the house where he was waiting on me. As I walked down to the dock, I didn’t see him but a bouquet of roses and another note. At the time, I don’t think I was even processing what all the note said because tears were streaming down my face, and out he came from behind me where he was hiding in the bushes. He then got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him… I said yes! His note to me is absolutely the sweetest thing, and highlights everything I love about him. I still read it very often. Paul is definitely a planner… there were 8 roses in the bouquet symbolizing the 8 years we had been together. I knew the proposal might be coming at some point that spring, but the day of was a complete surprise… the best surprise!