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I’ve been so excited to tell you all about how we ended up deciding to have a destination wedding that I haven’t even shared one of our most important stories: how we met!

The year was 2003. Upon the prompting of my cousin… let’s call her ‘Pepperpot’… I did something totally unrelated to my career path (read: soooo un-Capricornish) and moved to the opposite end of the country to be a flight attendant. (Did I mention Pepperpot is wild and spontaneous? It’s one of those stories of our youth that we will be telling our grandchildren about one day from our side-by-side rocking chairs. They probably won’t believe us, though. Oh, and she’s also my Maid of Honor.)

A couple months into our adventure, the airline decided to have a cross-country promotion. They thought it would be nice to have one of their flight attendants travel with the team to interact with the public and keep an eye on things. And we’re still not sure why, but of all the flight attendants, they chose me.

Maybe it was fate.

Because guess who worked for the marketing company that the airline hired to do the promotion?

So that’s how Mr. and Miss Sea Breeze met - in an airplane, cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet, somewhere over Manitoba.

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Of course, we were both on our way to the same place and would have met once we landed anyway. But Mr. SB, being the funny guy he is, likes to tell people we met on a plane and lets them draw their own ‘mile high club’ conclusions.

During the first leg of the promo in Winnipeg, even though I was technically Mr. SB’s “client,” we laughed, we flirted, we joked around… and once we even went into a jewelry store and, without any prior discussion, spontaneously pretended to be engaged and interested in a $20,000 ring just for kicks. (Yes, it’s true.)

The first (illicit) kiss happened on the Calgary leg of the promotion (for the record, I made the first move) and by the time we got to the Vancouver part, we both knew this was something more than just very, very good client relations.

After the promo was over, we traveled back and forth between the two cities where we lived for half a year until the next twist of fate—I applied for, and won, a marketing job with the airline… which just so happened to be in Montreal, where Mr. SB lived. I moved, and somewhere in between all the bring-your-own-wine-dinners, the midsummer’s night parties on St. Laurent Street, and the times spent laughing together until we couldn’t laugh anymore…we fell in love. Big time. (Or as my mom would say, “big times.”)

Considering the way we met, the amount of flying we did in the beginning and the fact that every one of our guests will have to fly to our wedding, I guess you could say we have a bit of an airplane theme to our relationship.

As for the proposal, it could also be said this sweet moment in our airplane relationship occurred in close proximity to an ‘airport’…albeit a different kind of airport.

Needless to say, that’s a whole other story.

Did anyone else meet their fiance on a jet plane or another unconventional location?

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