How We Met
Funny enough, when Hannah and I met, it was a weird time in our lives. And because of that, our story has as many twists and turns as a Christopher Nolan film.
For starters, I’d drunkenly purchased an $88 roundtrip ticket to Orlando to get chocolate chip cookies (this was at the recommendation of a food & travel writer who I’d met during a layover in Boston which is a whole other story). It’d been a while since I’d had an adventure so I figured I should treat myself.
After going through your standard check-in process, I boarded the plane to take my seat. Then, I looked up as people passed through the aisles, playing the subconscious game that I like to call “Should I swipe right in the hopes they sit next to me?”
Eventually, something caught my eye. The woman next to me pulled out a book called “Uninvited” by Lysa TerKeurst. Naturally, I asked her about it and as opposed to brushing me off for being some weirdo who ignores the first rule of safety town, she responded. This led to us talking the entire 2 hour and 10-minute flight about everything under the sun, from our jobs to our life goals. This was the beginning of our story.
How They Asked
Once we moved in together, Hannah said that we had to do at least 1 date night per month and that we’d alternate who’d plan it. The person in charge would try to make it a surprise and whatever it was, whether it was yoga or a cooking class, the other person would have to say yes. As luck would have it, things lined up to where I was able to schedule my date the day before our “meet cute-iversary” and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin it. Like Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind, I was making documents, sending emails, and drawing diagrams to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible.
So as soon as she sat in the passenger’s seat of my car, I placed a blindfold over her eyes so she had no idea what direction we were headed. With every mile that we drove, I could hear my heart pounding louder and louder through my chest. Once we arrived, I took her by the hand down the walkway leading up to the very airport where we met 2 years prior.
When we got into position and I removed her blindfold, the words, “Do you know why we’re here?” barely escaped my breath before a series of inescapable tears started streaming down my face, to which she said, “Why are you crying?”
As I got down on one knee, I opened the box for her to see it…a Ring Pop, something that we’d joked about early on in our relationship, causing her to spitefully throw her blindfold at me. “You can let him out!”
I yelled to my parents, who were secretly holding on to our dog Sailor outfitted in a mini tuxedo. He sprinted towards us as if his life depended on it, carrying the real ring that I’d use to ask her if she’d spend the rest of her life with me.
