We were backpacking through Europe on our last spring break as graduate students. It was my first time even using a passport and I was beyond excited. It was the fourth day of our trip and our first full day in Paris. Now if you know me, you know that I've been dreaming of traveling to Europe since middle school. But what I was most excited for was Paris. P, well, he was not so excited about Paris. He was more excited about the other parts of our trip (London, Amsterdam, our Belgian tour with our dear friend, etc.). In fact, he kept raining on my Paris parade pre-trip, and pretty much had me believing that he was dreading our 3 days in Paris. So much so that I sat him down at our first (delicious and perfectly ordered in my rusty French) Parisian dinner and lectured him about putting on a happy face for the next 60 hours.
We woke up early that morning and headed to Montmarte, ready to see the beautiful Sacre Couer. My French historian college roommate recommended that we pay the 2 Euro or so to hike up to the top, as it was the best view of the city. When we arrived at the top, a little winded, I was seriously amazed. P put his arm around me, I leaned my head on his shoulder and took it all in, trying to savor the moment.
"Hey Linds, will you do something for me?"
P, of course, was bugging me about taking a picture or something. I turned to him, a little annoyed, and then saw him with this goofy grin on his face. Then he said, "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"
I replied, "WHAT?"
So he repeated himself.
Again, I said "WHAT?" (this time, I'm told I was laughing. Slightly hysterically. I believe this to be an exaggeration.)
Then I noticed he was holding a ring. He wasn't down on one knee, it wasn't in a box, he just had it in his hand. It was so him. So perfect. Of course I said yes. (and proceeded to wear it on my middle finger for the next 10 days, because it was way to big, but I wanted to wear it anyway).
Here is a picture of us that we made some other tourists take a few minutes later:
(if I look a little stunned, it's because I was. I had NO IDEA. The boy is not a planner, this was surprising.)