Rachel and Mitch
How We Met
Mitch and I met our senior year of college at the University of Arkansas. It was a day football game, so I remember tailgating during the day and going back to my apartment to nap after the game. I didn’t want to go out that night, but my friends Sloane and Natalie dragged me out of bed anyway. Looking back on it now, thank goodness they did. Near the end of the night, we wound up at West End, a popular bar on Dickson Street. We were there no more than five minutes when a mutual friend introduced me to Mitch. What I didn’t remember was that we had technically met once before during the previous semester (though names/pleasantries weren’t exchanged at that time). That’s a whole separate long story, but funny thing is, he remembered me. At West End, Mitch offered to buy me a drink, and I requested a water. He gave me a funny look, but grabbed me a water and we spent the night talking like we were old friends. There were definite sparks — I think we could both tell right away this was something special. The rest is history.
How He Asked
When Mitch and I first moved to Chicago together, I came home one day after work to a little surprise in the living room asking me to meet him on the roof — complete with the cutest post-it note that said “adventures” and featured stick figure drawings of him and I adventuring all through Lincoln Park. When we had to go long distance due to career ambitions, I got the “adventures” post it framed and we passed it back and forth every time we visited each other. Put a pin in this — you’ll need this knowledge later.
Fast forward a couple of years. Mitch and I planned a trip to the United Kingdom for fun, including stops in Brighton, York, London, and Edinburgh. It was coming up on the four year anniversary of when Mitch first studied abroad in Brighton, and I think he was a little nostalgic to get back there. The first stop, conveniently, was Brighton. The plane landed and I remember Mitch saying, “Hey Rach, I’m sorry, I forgot the post-it note and it’s your turn.” Having just landed in another country, this was the last thing I was worried about.
We went about our first day in Brighton and, in my mind, everything was perfect. The cute shops, the pier, the culture — it was amazing. We went to dinner that night and got drinks after, and Mitch started acting a little odd. I suggested we head back to our place and call it a night — we had been up at least 24 hours with the time change and our flight, and we were both exhausted. He agreed but requested we walk through the Royal Pavilion Gardens. These are the gardens surrounding the Royal Pavilion, the palace of King George IV. While walking through the gardens Mitch asked someone passing by to take our photo. He came back over to me and then launched into this speech about how he “lied” and that he didn’t forget the “adventures” post-it note. I was confused as to what was going on, and I kept trying to get him to pose for the picture I thought was happening. Mitch then proceeds to pull the “adventures” post-it note out of his back pocket and tell me he had it with him the whole time, and that he made a second post-it. When he handed me the second post-it note, it said “adventures pt. 2” and featured stick figure drawings of him proposing to me. At that point, I knew what was happening and I completely lost it. I know he said so many wonderful things to me at that moment while he was down on one knee, but I couldn’t contain my excitement while holding both post-it notes in my hand. My best friend asked me to marry him right there, and I would say yes a million more times if I could.
Suffice it to say, when we got home I got a new set of frames for the “adventures” and “adventures pt. 2” post-it notes — and they’ll forever be my favorite wall decorations.