IT ALL STARTED IN AFRICA…
We were each searching for something more — a deeper sense of meaning, a clearer purpose, we went to Africa. Along the way, we trekked mountains, slept beneath the stars, and talked late into the night around a fire. Somewhere in that quiet space, we found each other.
And then, almost as quickly, we were apart – After a pretty poor lunch date (entirely Dan’s fault) and an all-too-fast goodbye at the airport. Lau to New York, Dan back across Africa.
Thankfully, our story didn’t end there.
Drawn together, we began to find our way back to one another — Secret rendezvous every other weekend, new places explored, and, slowly, each other discovered. Before long, we were building a home together on Hudson Street in the West Village. Life settled into a rhythm: quiet moments at home, long journeys to reunite, and multiple trips to Senegal woven in between. One heart. One journey.
Then came a “bucket list” ski trip to the Canadian Rockies.
Dan carried his grandmother’s wedding ring in one pocket. After three days of snowstorms and one dramatic day ski touring off-piste, our last morning arrived: Crystal blue skies, -16°C, and not a soul on the mountain. First tracks, Seventh Heaven and Cloud Nine runs all to ourselves — pure magic.
There, on the quiet ledge of Harmony Peak, Dan popped the question (albeit not his most graceful moment).
Lau said yes through happy tears hidden beneath a balaclava, then was off down the mountain, Dan quickly followed. We celebrated with bubbles and cake, curled up by the fireplace — A perfect, simple ending to the beginning of our story.
And now, the next chapter…
We can’t wait to celebrate it with our families and closest friends — back where it all began, in Africa.
