Merry Christmas to all our blog followers! Today we bring you Crystal and Jake's engagement session along Michigan avenue; read their story below. Here are some of our favorite images from our afternoon with them.
How they met:
I never realized how grateful I would be to the first friend I made after moving to Chicago. After a game of bowling and a couple rounds of drinks, he convinced me to meet up with some "awesome" friend of his at a dive bar (which we have never been to since!). The whole cab ride there, I listened to him go on and on about how cool and fun this friend was. We walk into the bar filled with the sounds of an acapella group of about 20 fourtysomethings. I really thought we had the wrong bar. My friend leads me deeper into the bar and suddenly says, "Crystal, this is my friend Jake." Jake turned to me with his charming smile and shook my hand. In retrospect, we both knew, at that moment, we had something really special. We talked and danced all night and never left each others' side. But, because I was determind to be "the single girl in the big city," nothing more became of that night; Jake and I went our separate ways. Months passed and then we finally saw each other again for lunch, and since that day, we've never left each others' side.
A month after Crystal and I started dating, we both knew we were in love and wanted to spend our lives together. Little did she know that I wouldn't pop the question until two years later! But a lot happened in those two years--we moved in together right away; we got our first puppy. So one March afternoon, I took Crystal to lunch at La Colonial. Afterwards, she begged me to browse the shops on Oak Street, her favorite street in Chicago. She joked, "Let's go look at some jewelry!" I replied, "Ok, let's go in here. I went in while you were out of town to take a look." Her eyes lit up, it was her favorite jeweler and she had no idea that I had already been in to look for her engagement ring. A couple months went by with plenty of talk about getting engaged and one or two more visits to the jewelry salon. Crystal would ask, "When are we going to get engaged?" and I would reply "Soon." In one of these conversations, I defined "soon" as "within a year," but Crystal heard "in a year," and she gave up all hope for an engagement in the near future. A month later, I had the ring and was planning how I would ask her. She had no idea and neither did anyone else.
The night before I was planning to ask her, Crystal and I went out with some friends. She turned in early and I stayed out for a night cap...or two. By the end of the night, I told my two closest, childhood friends that I was planning on proposing the next day. They were thrilled and the drinks kept coming. After an early morning call from Crystal asking where I was I decided to head home. When we woke up a few hours later Crystal was less than thrilled with. I apologized and begged her to come golfing with me that day. She wasn't having it and gofling with me was about the last thing she wanted to do. After much proding and pleading she finally agreed to make the trek out to the suburbs to spend the day with me. I swung by my parents' house before heading to the golf course to grab the ring while my mom distracted Crystal (not very well, I might add). I played terribly for 5 holes as I thought about my plan to propose on the 6th hole tee. Crystal tee'd off and as she watched her perfect drive I went down on one knee. When she turned around, I asked her "Will you marry me?" After about a thousand "Seriously?!?"s, she finally said yes. We kissed and hugged, and as the tears of happiness started to pour, I knew that I would get to spend the rest of my life by her side.