How we met
Via Paul,
It was a beautiful afternoon on Monday, October 14, 2013.
I’d just set-off on foot to grab a late lunch at a new restaurant, Lago Tacos in Excelsior, MN. Excelsior has been home for much of my adult life.
When I walked in, I had the place to myself with the exception of one person pulled up to the bar working on her laptop. I sat a couple stools away and greeted Freddy the bartender. After a few minutes the one other person at the bar asked if I knew how to reduce the size of a photo for a website she was managing.
Oh, my!
When she left that afternoon she gave me her business card. I remember looking at it - turning it over - looking at it again. I was left managing a swirling school of thoughts in my head. I was certain we’d cross paths again. Alison had left a deep impression. Part of me is still there, sipping from the Arnie Palmer drink of our conversations about Art, Haiti, Spirituality and Lake Minnetonka. We met three days later, and the next day after that.
I began dreaming into what this may become.
There are so many threads of magic that create the tapestry of our history. We have laughed, cried, danced and skipped alongside each other for 10 years. It’s clear to us both - we tied some knot over a lazy lunch in October a decade ago.
Before I ever saw Paul, I heard his voice ringing out into the room, I thought to myself, “you’re going to be talking to this guy for a while.”
- Alison
The Proposal
Via Alison,
It was a Monday, Juneteenth. Paul had the day off work and it was my Dad’s Birthday. We had planned on spending the day together, celebrating on the lake. The morning was off to a slow start with sipping coffee on our porch. Paul stated, “I was thinking, I could ask you to marry me on a mountain top somewhere or at the Eiffel Tower but would you ever want to get engaged just here at our home? Would that be enough for you to say we were engaged right there on that seat cushion you’re sitting on” I was a bit confused, a bit eager to get engaged - so I was holding back some frustration. Why were we talking about getting married and not sealing the deal. Well, this conversation went on just long enough to be slightly awkward before Paul stated. “Because, I think I’d like to do it right now.” Whereby he got off the chair and leaned forward onto one knee presenting a small wooden box. I was genuinely shocked! As he waxed on about wanting to be with me I interrupted him through some tears saying “Yes! Yes!” Much to Pauls amusement, as he had not yet asked the question, “Will you marry me?” Oh well, I figured it was implied. From there we went off to meet my parents for a day on the lake. It couldn't have been a sweeter day of jumping in and out of the water, enjoying the day as a newly engaged woman to Paul Frantzich. I was in bliss.
I loved asking her about all the places we could get engaged. Trusting the perfect place was where she sat.
After the proposal - I held her ringed finger above the flowers Bailey & Halia had delivered the day before.
-Paul
