How We Met
Tate and I met at a banquet through one of the clubs we were both members of at Samford University. He was a senior, and I was a sophomore. We struck up conversation about economics and politics, and I knew that I was definitely interested.
We went to a political conference in Washington, DC a few months later. As we spent our evenings walking around the National Mall, I knew that he was the one. After he graduated in May, we dated long-distance for a year and a half.
how they asked
We both missed the time we spent together in DC, so Tate planned a trip this November doing all the things we enjoy most in our nation’s capital. After exploring the monuments on Segways and eating lunch at a local burger joint, we ended the day at the Jefferson Memorial, which is both of our favorite place in the city.
We walked hand-in-hand along the water as the sun was beginning to set. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what appeared to be a man taking a picture of us. I mentioned it to Tate, but didn’t think much of it because photographers are constantly taking pictures around the city to add to their portfolios. That man turned out to be Kenneth Jackson, who Tate had hired to photograph the proposal.
When I turned back to him, he was down on one knee, looking up to me smiling. I was utterly shocked. I said yes before he could finish the question and slip the ring on my finger, a crowd on the steps applauding.
