how we met
It was September 24, 2014, a Thursday, on a chilly autumn evening at the now-defunct underage hotspot, The Estate.
It was an Uber event, that’s right, a ride-sharing fete. When all of a sudden I saw Marty Lentz across the room. Marty is one of my sister's best friends and a defacto part of the LeCain household for as long as I can remember.
But this night, Marty was not alone. Standing at his side was one of the tallest and most handsome men I have ever had the opportunity to gaze upon. Over six feet tall, outfitted in flannel and denim was the man I will soon marry, Blake Kennedy Thomas.
Veteran's Day weekend, Friday, November 11, 2016. We were bound for Montreal, a spontaneous trip up north.
As Blake tells it, he chose Mont Royal (the mountain that gave Montreal its name) because it was the place that felt the most like Paris, without actually being Paris.
It was preemptively cold and the setting sun wasn't helping when we got out of the car to walk to the top of the mountain.
It was there, above the lights of the city where Blake got down on one knee and (in a light-up box, clutch for the evening proposal) asked me to spend forever with him.
how he asked
Chateau Challain
Challain-la-Potherie, France
October 2, 2018
5:00 pm
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