Our first date we met at Whitey's Ice Cream in Rock Island. We took our shakes to-go and walked down by the river and shared stories, laughs, and meaningful conversation. Hours went by and our ice cream was long gone so we parted ways with the promise of meeting again. The very next day I met Michael at his house to make dinner for our second date. He bought aprons for both of us for the occasion and taught me how to make his family spaghetti recipe. We ate cheese, drank wine, and danced in the living room. Fast forward three years, I was making the same spaghetti recipe for dinner. When Michael got home he slid a ring box across the kitchen counter and asked, "Will you make spaghetti with me for the rest of our lives?"