I photograph weddings for the world’s sweetest couples. I swear I do. Here’s one of their stories.
Kristine is an Equity Research Analyst for a large investment bank, which shall remain nameless.
She analyzes things like how much a nuclear submarine costs. Go ahead, ask her.
She’ll give you the financing terms too.
Zack is an attorney in his own practice.
Don’t mess with him. Though if he’s on your side, my god you’ve got yourself a solid ally.
They met while attending Georgetown University.
HOYA, HOYA SAXA!
So the wedding ceremony was there. At Dahlgren Chapel of the Sacred Heart.
The 1789 Restaurant at F. Scott’s is an art deco gem named after F. Scott Fitzgerald. The private bar houses a stunning display of museum-quality travel posters from the twenties and thirties, original artwork by The New York Times cartoonist Al Hirschfeld, cut glass blocks from the Chrysler Building in New York and art deco stained glass windows.
It’s “the cat’s meow,” as they used to say back then. “Ritzy.” “The bee’s knees.”
And it’s where they hosted their wedding reception.
It’s next door to where they had their first date ever.
So the story goes Kristine and Zack knew each other during University, nothing more than that. He liked her but his focus was on earning his degree. He was busy studying to be a lawyer and went overseas. She came to NYC.
But he didn’t forget her.
At their five year reunion at Georgetown, Zack spied Kristine’s name on the reunion roster. And suddenly he realized this was probably going to be his best (and maybe only) chance to ask her out before she hopped on a train back to New York City forever. So he showed up for the reunion cocktail party expecting to see her there.
But she never showed up.
She had decided to stay in at a friend’s place that night.
Around midnight Zack borrowed a friend’s phone who just so happened to have Kristine’s number on it. He called her.
Now, she was in her pajamas and already tucked in bed for the night. And gets this phone call out of the blue and he’s trying to persuade her to come out and meet up.
And she did.
You know why?
Because Zack told her if she didn’t, he was going to call her every day for the rest of his life. Every. Day.
They had a beer. They strolled around campus. They ended up on a rooftop talking until dawn.
Fast forward five months.
Kristine and Zach are back in Washington D.C. for a surprise visit with friends and family. And again that night, they end up back on that rooftop until dawn.
And just when the sun was coming up, just as the new day was breaking and sunlight started to shine on their faces, Zach went down on one knee and asked Kristine to marry him.
And Zack has called her every day.
Hairdresser and Makeup: Kris Clark Hair & Makeup Designs
Bridal Gown Salon: Pronovias
Cake: Sweets by E
Flowers: Rick’s Flowers
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