They say when you meet “the one,” you just know.
It’s easy. It’s effortless. It’s harder to make things not work.
E. and I have only been dating for just over three months now, if you can believe that one. Referencing our time together, we’ll occasionally talk about “the early days,” as if that was way back in 2007 and not, you know, March 2013! But the pieces of our individual puzzles fit together so completely (our baggage is a matching set, if you will) that it simply feels like…
–Erg! Bleh! That cliched word!–
After an amazing few days in Lake Como celebrating my friend K.’s wedding, we’re now in Paris to celebrate my friend Melanie’s upcoming 30th birthday. We arrived two days ago, and I’ve already had so much that I’ve been dying to blog about (particularly the ending of our Como trip, the Avenue Story luxury apartments we’re staying in here in Paris, visiting my old Parisian apartments on Rue Nicolo, and a delicious meal at Restaurant le Murat in the 16th arrondissement) but of course our best-laid internet plans went south, and so we were web-free. Never an easy pill to swallow when trying to blog on the road!
So, yesterday E. and I checked into our Avenue Story apartment: a two-floor rental on the Rue de Bac literally steps from the Seine and around the corner from the Musee d’Orsay. Avenue Story is designed to give you all the luxury of a hotel (complete with concierge) plus the comfort, space and amenities (laundry, kitchen, etc) of an apartment. Here are the digs. Our Rue de Bac apartment has a billiards table, fireplace, two bathrooms, stupendously high ceilings, and views of the Louvre across the Seine. Next level.
“Hey, Mel wants to meet us for a drink,” E. said around 3pm, and off we went. I’d decided I was in need of a haircut, so I’d stopped in at Jean Louis David that morning (next door to our apartment) for a bangs trim and blowout, and while I was there, they did my nails, too. It was a moment of spontaneous pampering that felt super indulgent. With my fresh blowout and nails, E. and I walked along the Seine to Shakespeare & Co., where we met Mel and then went next door for a glass of champagne.
Buzzing on champagne, we then walked around the back of Notre-Dame…
and across the bridge to the Ile St-Louis, one of my favorite spots in Paris and the site of a very famous ice cream shop called Berthillon…
…not to mention a delicious sorbet shop called Glaces Artisanales, featuring beautiful, artistic sorbet creations.
Ice creams and sorbets in hand, we continued through to the other, much quieter side of the Ile St-Louis, walking down the steps along the Seine, where it was practically empty. The only two clusters of people we saw: two girls in their 20’s on a bench, and then two musicians lounging by the bridge with their instruments.
“Musicians by a bridge in the rain! Ha! How very French,” I thought.
E. handed his camera to Melanie and asked her to take a photo of the two of us. We posed for one before E. said, “Wait, hang on a sec,” and approached the musicians, asking them, “Excuse me, do you know how to play “Yellow Ledbetter” by Pearl Jam?”
That would be my favorite song by my favorite band.
I looked at Melanie, who was now pointing the camera at me and grinning from ear to ear. I said to her, “Wait? What? Oh my God, is he…?”
And then E. proposed.
Here we are, moments after we danced to an orchestral rearrangement of “Yellow Ledbetter” and then he got down on one knee. (Yes, we have the whole thing on video!)
Only three months?
When E. asked my father for his permission, my father told him how he knew my mother was the one on their second date.
Their friends thought they were crazy.
They were married three months later.
When you know, you know!
You’ve all been there with me over the years–seeing my highs and lows, doubts and fears, hopes and dreams–and I love you for your support.
I’m SO excited to share the next leg of this journey with you: Fiancee Jolie! Time to wedding plan…hooray!