I got engaged this past summer in Paris, France! It was an absolulte dream!
I shared my engagement story on my Facebook account recently, thought it was time to share it here with you as well.
It’s a good one, (and humorous), buckle up…
I’d never been across the Ocean.
He—many times.
After a very long, emotional, and challenging year, he surprised me and asked me to tag along on a biz trip to Europe & the Middle East.
I KNEW—FOR SURE he would not ask me to marry him on this trip—it just wasn’t the time. I convinced myself of this before we left to appropriately set my expectations and enjoy the trip without “wondering.”
I thought for a BRIEF moment when he asked to stop and take a sunset pic in the sand dunes in Saudi that MAYBE he’d pop the question (cause ummm that’d be perfect) but quickly put it out of my head—he didn’t.
We flew from Bahrain to London and on a whim decided to stay a day and see Hamilton.
Dream after dream after dream.
Next stop: Pairs …a destination I’ve dreamed of since my first middle school French class.
We like not making advance plans to make room for spontaneity. (Love that about us—would stress a lot of people out)
However, we didn’t realize the train mess that was happening in Europe and getting a train to Paris was well…less of a dream.
Eventually we made it to Paris.
After dinner with our friends I was insistent on swiftly walking to the Eiffel Tower to see the lights before they shut off for the night.
I was in heaven.
The next day we had croissants and lattes in front of the Eiffel Tower and took a bus tour around the city.
More dreams.
However I quickly developed heat stroke due to the massive heat wave happening.
I got so sick we had to go back to our place and I slept for the rest of the afternoon.
I was DEVASTATED as we only had 2 days in Paris. But I pulled it together and felt better the next morning.
Stay with me …here’s where it gets good…
We decided to get up early and beat the crowds and the heat to tour the city on scooters. I wanted to take some pics “for the ‘gram” around the city in cute heels – naturally, I did what any good content creator would do and put my heels and blazer in a backpack to change into at each location—pro move. {peep the pics in my stories}
We started at the Eiffel Tower, then on to Arc du Triomphe, and headed to Ponte Alexandré bridge.
We get to the bridge, I put on my heels and add my sandals, new blazer, and purse to the backpack which also had other items like a battery charger, my AirPods and other misc. —backpacky—things in it.
Scott’s snapping pics of me—in my Parisian bliss—and I stop and ask…
“Where’s the backpack?”
As I noticed it was no longer on his back…
“Oh it’s right over…”
Scott turns around to point to the backpack which he left hanging on the scooter about 20 ft away.
“Ah $#!%”
Backpack gone.
I think quickly and realize I can track my AirPods from my phone—which was NOT in the backpack since he was using it to take photos.
I find the location and we hop on the scooters—scooting as fast as we can to the location.
Upon the arrival of which, we realized was OUR last location.
Defeat.
Anger and frustration begin to well up inside of me but I’m trying to keep my cool because we are in Paris…and luckily the passports were not in the backpack as was nothing irreplaceable.
Scott exclaims, “Well let’s go back to the bridge”
Me thinking that’s a really dumb idea but okay fine, agreed.
We get to the bridge and Scott begins to look around…
Me: “what are you DOING? It’s not here”
Okay NOW I’m REALLY annoyed. A “we just lost our backpack selfie are you joking?”
Me being the sweet kind hearted woman that I am, think of the meanest-kindest thing I could think of I said “It’s A BACKPACK. YOU WEAR IT ON YOUR BACK.”
We snap a selfie and I did my best to smile, even though I was really pissed. Mad smile.
Scott then says “Would you want to marry me even if I lost all your stuff?”
Me—STILL CLUELESS what’s about to happen, I said “Um yeah, duh.”
Now — in a perfect love story, I’d start bawling and say “OMG YESSSSS!”
But I said “WHAT?!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?” Is this a joke?” …I think…lol honestly I kind of blacked out — I think they call that shock.
I eventually came to and said “Yes yes yes yes of COURSE yessss!” And swiftly forgave him about the backpack which was now a very distant memory.
Also side note—I had no idea that the Eiffel Tower was perfectly placed in the background. (which is why we had to go back to the bridge )
Before and After. The perfect memory.
And that’s how we started forever.
Moral of the story: if you lose a girls stuff, just ask her to marry you instant forgiveness.
I love you my backpack losing-spontaneously reckless-oh so romantic-motorcycle racing-deal wheeling—jet setting—world saving—dad joke spitting-oh so handsome-loves me like crazy-fiance.
I’ll marry you no matter how many backpacks you lose. ❤️
We’re planning an intimate ceremony with family & friends in Italy in a few years. Can’t wait to marry him.
xoxo,
