How We Met: It was half a decade ago and just one glance, a moment we shared amongst a sea of strangers. We were both out with our friends in Los Angeles when he approached me and introduced himself – I can still remember what he was wearing and his shaggy hair at the time.
He says he knew he had to speak to me the moment he saw me and it wasn’t until he did when I realized I was looking into the eyes of my future husband.
A few weeks of texting and lengthy phone dates later he asked me on a proper date; dinner and a movie. It was the point of no return for both of us I think and we’ve been inseparable since.
It was as if our souls spotted each other that night in January and both thought; “oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
how they asked: Dinner and a movie is still one of our favorite things to do together when we are in L.A., but more recently, blogging has taken us around the world on some pretty crazy adventures.
Last year, we went to Paris for the first time together, though we had both been when we were young. Being in that city with a loved one is so different. We had 14 days to explore, and explore we did! I always joke that it’s a good thing we feel equally in love with the city—can you imagine if one of us hated it? The food, the culture, the architecture, I could go on and on about the things we love!
On the fourth day of our trip, Freddie suggested a picnic in a park, Jardin du Palais Royal, which is known for its picturesque rows of trees and manicured rose gardens and that we hadn’t yet visited. We grabbed two jambon beurres (ham and butter sandwiches, which are so French!) and a bottle of rosé and started our stroll in the direction of Le Marais. We took our time with lunch, nestled under the trees on a bench. I sensed he was excited, but I wasn’t sure why. As we strolled around the park one last time before leaving, we stopped to take in our surroundings. It was then that he hugged and held me for a minute and then went down on his knee. I still get teary-eyed writing about it. I couldn’t stand there, so I went to my knee just seconds after he went to his.
Little did I know, he had invited one of my favorite photographers, whom I discovered on Instagram, to hide and capture every moment. And I am so glad he did because now I can share that special moment with you, too!
Photos by Katie Mitchell Photography | Lucky Girl: Jenny of Margo and Me