The story of how we met is one of chance. Chance, and the courage of an Italian boy at a country bar on the eastside of Michigan. I say courage because, when Enzo spotted me on the other side of the bar, he knew I was his person. Just like that. That’s when he began to pursue me — and make my cheeks hurt from smiling — because his kind heart and gentle soul made me feel right at home. A long distance relationship, many miles on the road, and a few years later, we’re both just so grateful we happened upon Coyote Joe’s summer of 2018.

Our proposal story is near and dear to us, because it took place right where we met: Coyote Joe’s. Enzo decided to make a casual stop, with a very convincing excuse — giving me no reason to think anything special was about to happen. I walked up the deck, saw pink flower petals on the ground, and continued walking towards the view of the river — not even the flower petals gave me a clue (lol!). It wasn’t until I turned around to find Enzo down on one knee that I recognized the moment. He looked at me, and asked me to do forever with him. Spoiler Alert: I said yes, yes, and yes again!

#LoveNeverEnz