How We Met
Rick and I met at law school in beautiful New Orleans, LA. I’m a first-generation immigrant from the beautiful Bosnia/Croatia region, and he is a handsome too-smart-for-his-own-good gentleman from Austin, TX. We both decided on New Orleans because we both independently were in love with the city. Quite simply, when we met, it was love at first sight. I never imagined finding a man who not only compliments and challenges me perfectly, but who loves me the way I need. He and I were inseparable all through law school, and our classmates voted us cutest couple at our graduation. Following law school, the real test began: studying for the Louisiana bar exam together. The LA bar exam is the longest exam in the country, and it not only required extensive and isolated time together but high-intensity studying and memorizations; somehow, I don’t think we fought once. We both passed the exam, and started our lives together as attorneys, with our doggo, Hendrix, in the city we love the most, New Orleans.
How They Asked
Bonaire is one of the most important places in the world to us. It is where we both learned to scuba-dive, where Rick’s parents live as ocean conservationists, and it where we both realized each other was the “one.”
A week before Rick proposed, he suggested we have dinner at a jaw-droppingly beautiful new restaurant on Bonaire. Because Bonaire is an island catering only to eco-tourism and divers, there are not many places to dress up, which is a break-even my hyper-feminine self welcomes to better serve our planet. However, Rick suggested we dress up and conveyed his parents offered to take pictures of us prior to dinner at a secret location by their house, which has always been special to us.
At the time, I thought this was quite normal, especially because Rick’s parents had a dinner party of their own, and I appreciated the sweet gesture. Once we got to the spot, I thought I had never seen Rick so handsome; everything was perfect. We stopped to take a picture together when he all of a sudden got on one knee and asked, “Would you do me the favor of making me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?” At that moment everything, including what was in the cerulean velvet box was a blur, and all I could keep repeating was, yes!
