Liz and Jeff

How We Met: It was a Saturday night four years ago, when the most handsome man I have EVER seen walked into the restaurant I was working at with his friend. Of course they had no dinner reservation, it was the busiest time of night at one of the city’s busiest restaurants, but that was beside the point – I sat him right away anyways. As I walked him to his table, which has now gone down as the unforgettable ‘Table 6,’ I’ll never forget the giddy smiles and looks I got from my co-workers as I was trying to keep it cool. I have no doubt in my mind that the moment he walked in was love at first-site.

I headed back to the hostess stand and was quick to start gushing about how beautiful that man was. Not even two minutes passed when the phone rang. “Thank you for calling Antico Forno, how can I help you?” – It was him. I looked over to see him across the restaurant with his phone to his ear, and hear: “It’s me Jeff. Let me take you out tonight to thank you for sitting us so quickly.” The rest is history.

Image 1 of Liz and Jeff

how they asked: Jeff’s career has recently led us to leave the city that we call home, Boston, which was hard for the both of us but we knew we would do it together no matter what. He flew to Washington DC first, and a few weeks later I would leave my family, my friends and my home for the first time, to meet him in our “new home”.

While reading last night, I stumbled upon the most perfect words of advice: “But the point is that whatever fantasy proposal you had dreamed up (at the most romantic place in the world, wearing the most perfect dress, with the best hair and complexion you’ve ever had) isn’t reality. Your proposal story—whether it happened on the couch in your pajamas with no makeup on or in the middle of the Caribbean in a hot bikini— is more important (and special) than that fantasy proposal you might have had in your head. Why? Because it’s your story and no one else’s.

I had an extremely early-morning, one-way flight to DC. I was ready to start a new life in support of my man. We got home and I had no make-up on; my hair was in a tiny grape-sized bun on the top of my head and I was unpacking. He looked so flustered. He told me he had to tell me something and that he could not wait; I never in a million years thought this would be the scenario in which he proposed, so naturally I accuse him of doing something wrong. “What did you do?! Tell me NOW!”

Right then, 10AM on a Friday morning, he got down on one knee and asked me (me with no make-up on and still with the grape-sized bun on my head) to marry him. I was crying so much and was in such shock that I forgot to say yes, but I have never been more certain about anything in my life than I was in that moment. But still, he reminded me – “You still need to say yes!!” – which was cute.

This was the beginning of a new chapter in OUR real-life love story, and it was so special and perfect. Our proposal was a time for us to celebrate each other, with each other, and we are so excited to share the special memories to come from here on out with all of our family and friends!Image 2 of Liz and Jeff