Monday September 12th, Jeff and I woke up late that morning knowing that we had a late night out in Paris planned. Jeff went out to find us some breakfast. Most of Paris is closed on Mondays but he came back with cheese baguettes, chocolate croissants and French macarons (my favorite). We enjoyed them in bed while watching the only English channel on TV over there.
Around noon I finally got out of bed. I had to get started on getting ready. I didn't want to go home with just a few awkward goofy photos of Jeff and I in Paris - you know the ones where you hold the camera out in front of yourselves and hope you get both of your heads in the picture? We had arranged to get professional photos of us taken by One and Only Paris Photography. We were getting really dressed up- me in a black empire waist gown and Jeff in a black suit.
We got in a cab to meet our photographer on a bridge near the Eiffel Tower. Jeff and I both seemed to have a nervous excited vibe, as we had never had professional photos taken of us as a couple and were unsure what to expect.
We met our photographer and for the next 3 hours it felt like I was on America's Next Top Model. We were photographed all over Paris. People were staring at us getting our pictures taken, even taking pictures of us themselves as if we were celebrities. The wind was out of control that day, flipping the massive amount of hair that I have all over the place. The shoot ended in a garden at Notre Dame. We were getting portraits of ourselves alone and it was Jeff's turn to be photographed. I stood back and watched.
A couple of middle aged American women came up to me and asked me why we were being photographed. I said "Because we are in Paris!" One of the women pressed me for more information "Are you engaged?" "No," I replied. Then she asked if we were married and I said no. She then asked me what the occasion was and I said, "PARIS! We are in Paris! That is the occasion!" The woman stared at me wide eyed for awhile and shook her head a bit and grumpily walked away with her friend. After we wrapped up with our photographer I shared this story with Jeff as we were walking and we were both laughing about it.
It was 6pm and we had reservations for dinner at 9pm so we decided to go to a cafe by the river and have a drink. We each had a champagne cocktail and watched as the sun began to set. We enjoyed a few drinks and then decided we should try and find a taxi to get us to the Eiffel Tower.
Our champagne cocktails we had before going to dinner. Such a beautiful spot!
We got ourselves over to the tower in time for dinner. We had reservations at Le Jules Verne, a Michelin Star restaurant inside the Eiffel Tower. The restaurant has its own private elevator and I clung to Jeff as we sped to the top of the tower. The elevators opened to an elegant yet modern cozy restaurant with warm lighting. We were showed to our table- by the window!!! Our meal was amazing and the deserts were out of this world! Le Jules Verne is such a romantic place, it's amazing! Panoramic views of Paris, sipping champagne while holding hands... The staff at Jules Verne will never rush you out, each table in the restaurant is only sat once per night, sip your champagne slow and take it all in!
As we left the restaurant I was handed a bag of wrapped pastries to take home with me compliments of the pastry chef. When we got back down to street level I took off my 4 inch heels and pulled my flats out of my clutch. I was juggling quite a bit and Jeff was laughing at me. I had my heels in one hand, my clutch under my arm and in my other hand I had my camera and the bag of pastries.
Jeff said he wanted to walk a bit and take in the lights. I agreed. We walked around the tower, people watching and talking about the Eiffel Tower itself. We stopped directly under the front arch of the tower and Jeff stopped and pulled me in for a kiss and we stood there holding each other for several mins (me still with all my junk in my hands lol). A guy came up to us while we were holding each other and tried to sell us a rose. We didn't let go of each other and both of us shook our heads no. The guy took the rose and tucked it into my arm by my clutch purse giving me no choice but to take it and then went around to stare at Jeff's face for payment. We let go of each other, typically this is when I would have gone Jersey and threw the rose at the guy but I didn't want to ruin our night. Jeff paid him and was laughing at me again.
I said "what"? He said, "Just what you needed, another thing to hold." and then he said...
"Why don't I trade you the rose for this..." and he pulled out a diamond ring!
Everything kinda of got hazy and I think I stopped breathing for a minute and I heard him say "This is not the real ring it's a stand in from Macy's, I didn't want to travel with the real ring." I pushed hard to focus and that was when I saw how HUGE the ring was. I laughed fighting back tears of happiness.
And then he got down on one knee, framed by the Eiffel Tower arch and asked me to marry him. Tourists walking by us stopped and gasped. And I totally lost it I was crying and saying yes all at the same time. The tourists clapped and said congrats. I stood there in a happy numbness wondering if I was dreaming. I even asked Jeff if that really just happened, "Is this real life?"
I put my rose in a pellegrino bottle when we got back to our hotel :)
I got my real engagement ring when we got home, I was blown away! Jeff picked the perfect ring!
Macaron obsession and MY RING!
So now the fun begins... wedding planning! I promise this will not become a wedding blog, but since I am the queen of diy, I plan on doing a lot of diy for my wedding. If anything turns out well I will be sure to share it. I still can't believe we got engaged in Paris, I mean who does that?! I mean besides Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes... ;) xo Lizzie