We were 12 years old, thrilled to be out of school and on our way to St. Louis, Missouri for a field trip. As we sat next to each others' crushes on the bus, we could have never imagined the intricate path that God had set forth for us. Our, seemingly, unlikely paths converged during sophomore year of high school band. The young, gorgeous clarinet player fell for that hunk of a french horn player, and here we are today.
After spending 7 months apart, we reunited in Querétaro, México. For a day trip, we, along with Luke's parents, set out for San Miguel. Luke led us through sketchy alleys and unknown parts of the city until we arrived at a beautiful botanical garden (the name: El Charco de Ingenio). When we arrived at a stunning view, Luke began to stumble through, in Spanish, his love for me and desire for marriage, until he knelt down and asked if I would marry him. We were both incredibly awkward during it, but it makes for a good story and describes us well.