How We Met
We met in high school when we both young and awkward. I had huge crush on her, and she had a huge crush on me, but we both thought there was no chance the other was interested. It was 12 years ago when I first pictured what life would be like with her. She was too busy dating literally all of my friends and I was too busy thinking she was way too far out of my league. I can vividly remember spots that I would see her on campus at our high school. I can vividly remember this one pair of jeans she would always wear and I can vividly remember thinking about her in class, daydreaming about what it would be like to be with her. Meanwhile she was daydreaming about life with me and busy thinking there was no way I’d ever be interested in her. We were right, there was no way it was going to work out, because we both ended up moving away from our hometown during high school, she even moved to the other side of the country. Fate has a way of working those things out, and by fate, I mean Facebook stalking each other 10 years later when I found out she had moved back to the same city as me.
Eventually I built up the courage to send her a Facebook message about doing some photos for me, because she’s an amazing photographer. Truth be told, I had only a slight interest in head shots for my freelance design business, and more of an interest in reconnecting with her. From that first message on we haven’t stopped talking, and even before our first date it become obvious that this was meant to be. Everything I learned about her felt more like remembering someone than learning about them.
After talking for a few days, we made plans to go out to dinner, but two days into the week long wait for our first date, we decided we couldn’t wait anymore and just randomly went on a super classy Tuesday night to chipotle. For some reason, she didn’t run away when I handed her FOUR mix CD’s that I had made for her, and I found it charming when she struggled out of her car and set her car alarm off and fumbled forever with the keys trying to cut it off. I couldn’t breathe when I saw her standing there. I knew I was falling for just from our conversations, but as soon as she was standing in front of me, all the thoughts and feelings I was having were confirmed. This was the girl I’d spent my life looking for, and from that moment on, everything was different.
We shoved our face with burritos, and when we done eating we realized we didn’t want the night to end so we just drove around talking about everything from our favorite bands to what life had been like for the last 10 years.
We laughed and smiled so much our faces hurt, and when she knew almost every band I had put on those mix CD’s, I asked her to marry me… on our first date, several times actually. Luckily she found that endearing instead of creepy, and we were inseparable after that. Everything felt right with the world after that night, and we still can’t stop talking and we still can’t stop laughing and smiling until our faces hurt.
how they asked
Fast forward to our one year anniversary. I planned a surprise trip to my favorite place, Savannah, GA. I kept the trip a secret until about a week before, only because I knew she’d be upset at the lack of time to pack.
I messaged her boss to make sure she could have the time off, worked it out with her brother to keep an eye on our dog, and I booked everything in secret though my work email.
Since she’s a photographer, I had to constantly remind her in the weeks leading up to not plan anything that week because I was working on something for our anniversary. She had no idea what I was up to, and she’s practically impossible to surprise.
She was so so surprised by the trip itself, that a proposal was the furthest thing from her mind. She was convinced it was all just a trip to celebrate our anniversary, and to wonder around my favorite place on the east coast, a place she had never been before. We wandered around Savannah on the day before our one year anniversary and we stayed a cute little motel called the Thunderbird Inn.
The next day we made our way to Tybee Island. I stuck the ring I had bought in a book bag I was bringing to the beach, and brought it along with us. It being our one year anniversary, I knew I could make plans for the day without her being suspicious. We had a fun day on the beach, reading, relaxing and being our normal obnoxiously goofy selves, and the whole time I couldn’t take my mind off of the ring in my bag or the fact that I was about to ask my best friend to spend the rest of my her life with me.
The catchy part to this whole plan was that my proposing to her had a stipulation… she wanted it to be professionally photographed, and since sheis a wedding photographer, I totally understood that, but it made it difficult since we were out of town.
I knew she would want to set up her camera on the tripod and take a few photos of us to document our time there. My plan worked, and while she was setting up the camera on a timer to take several photos, I snuck the ring from bookbag to my pocket.
When we were all set up, we started taking photos and as the camera was getting shots, I pulled out the ring and I asked her to marry me.
She was totally blown away, and said “What?” and “Wait, is this for real?” at least a dozen times before finally realizing she had yet to say yes. After over a year of planning, we’re getting married in a few weeks and I get to spend every day of the rest of my life with her.