Mariah + Byron
Byron and I met when I was thirteen and he was fifteen — we met again a few years later and became good friends. One day, I asked if he wanted to have coffee with me, and we sat at the table from 4 PM to 11 at night. That's when I fell in love.
I was in Malibu for two whole weeks after our magical, random first “date”. We spent those two weeks on the phone anytime we had a free moment. That was the foundation for us. He would tell me on the phone, “I’m gonna marry you!” I thought he was crazy. Turns out he was right.
He proposed on the one year anniversary of our first date. We went to dinner at my favorite place in Houston. When we got up to go outside there was a guitar and trumpet player standing on the green lawn. It wasn’t until I heard a mysterious singer croon the first words that I recognized the voice. It was my sister’s soon to be fiancé. In one swift moment, Byron threw me into a twirl. When my dizziness wore off I looked down to see him on his knee. Once I said yes, I heard a bunch of cheering. Byron turned me towards the garden where I saw my entire family and most of our close friends holding candles. They were hiding in the gazebo the whole time.
The morning of my wedding, my best friends took me to brunch. We sat and laughed and it felt like a normal day. Every five minutes I would realize that it was actually the most extraordinary day.
Pics by Stephi Velez