How We Met
My mom always told me growing up that everything happens for a reason, even if we can’t see that reason at the moment. A year after graduating from college, I was in a rut. I was working a job I didn’t like in a city where I didn’t know anyone. That’s when I decided to make a change and take a chance and apply to medical school. After a year of studying, I was finally accepted. Sure, I would be two years behind my classmates who would be starting straight from college, but what’s two years in the grand scheme of things. The week before classes started, the school hosted a beach trip in Gulf Shores, Alabama, for all the incoming students. They rented out multiple condos and students could sign up to be in whatever condo they preferred. Well, not really knowing anyone in my class, I took a chance and signed up for a random condo. Little did I know at the time, my future husband had also signed up to be in that condo. After a few days at the beach and a few nights at the Flora-Bama, I could tell that we were gonna be friends. It only took a few more months and a few more anatomy labs, before we finally started officially dating.
How They Asked
It was Dylan’s birthday, and we had dinner reservations at a local sushi restaurant to celebrate. However, earlier that day, Dylan’s mom had texted me to see if I would go with him to look at a painting she wanted to buy him as a gift at a local art gallery that is located in Jackson Square. Of course, I told her I would be happy to, and Dylan and I decided to go stop by before dinner. When we got to the art gallery, the owner said that they were closing early due to COVID city restrictions, but that we could come back tomorrow or order the painting online. We said we would come back tomorrow and made our way out of the gallery. It was very hot outside, as is expected for a June day in New Orleans, and I could feel the perspiration on my forehead as we walked outside.
We had time to kill before our dinner reservation, and I figured we would walk around the French Quarter for a little while, but my immediate first thought was to find shade. I started to walk towards the crosswalk to cross to the shady side of the street when Dylan abruptly stopped and asked where I was going. I explained to him that I was hot and I didn’t want to get sweaty and ruin my makeup before dinner, so we should go find shade. He suggested we go up by the riverwalk and sit on the benches facing the river.
I pushed back saying that I did not think there were any trees for shade near those benches. He insisted there were trees and it was a good idea, so I obliged. It was his birthday after all. So, we walked up the ramp to the top of the Riverwalk overlooking the Mississippi River to our right and the magnificent St. Louis Cathedral to our left. When we got to the (not so shaded) top, he grabbed my hands, pulled me in close, looked me in the eyes and said, “You know I love you, right?” I suspiciously and hesitantly replied “Yes,” as my mind and heart began to race. That when he bent down and grabbed a small brown box out of his pocket. I honestly don’t fully remember when he specifically asked those four precious words. I just remember being so full of shock and joy, as I said yes! We kissed, hugged, and I got to try on my ring. It was perfect. We then were able to walk around the French Quarter and take some engagement photos. As the photo shoot was ending, my stomach started to grumble.
I had completely forgotten about the diner. Had we missed our reservation? Dylan said we were not going to the original restaurant, but that we were going to have a special diner at Muriel’s in Jackson Square. When we got to the restaurant the host walked us to a special private dining room, which to my suprise was filled we both of our parents, siblings, and my two best friends, who had flown all the way in from NYC! It was the best surprise and the perfect ending to a perfect evening. We even got to sing Dylan Happy Birthday! I loved being able to spend such a special moment with the ones I love most.