Once upon a time in late summer of 2019, our gallant hero Michael was all packed up, ready to bid adieu to his family in Maine, to float back to the Rocky embrace of Denver. In a twist of fate, his winged chariot out of Portland pulled a vanishing act. Foiled by the travel gods, Michael had to plot a new escape from Boston. Thus, after several misadventures, he found himself homeward-bound, far later than any mortal plans. But the plot thickens! As Michael was steering his metal steed on I70, near the grounds of Anschutz Medical Campus, fate deemed it prime time for romance. You see, lovely Allie, a Denver damsel with a strategic heart, had cast a 5-mile love spell on the dating app Hinge. Our boy Michael unknowingly zoomed right into this magic circle. Allie gazed upon Michael’s expertly crafted Hinge profile. With one swipe right we have a match made in cyberspace. Now, let's be clear. Allie wasn't the type to journey yon and far for any guy. But, for Michael? She would brave the Denver traffic. Their first date saw Allie behind her own wheel, embarking on a quest across the urban sprawl to meet her newly matched beau in west Denver. Fast forward through weeks of dazzling dates and casual courtship, Michael, ever the romantic, invited Allie to join a merry band of friends on a group camping trip at the enchanting Piney River Ranch. There, under the setting sun, amid the whispering pines, Michael let three little words slip into the mountain air, "I love you." Allie's heart soared like a sparrow at sunrise, and the rest is history.

In a not-so-distant yesteryear, Allie and Michael were whisked away to the academic haven of Ann Arbor, Michigan. As the stars would align, Allie's quests for knowledge unfurled a scroll of unique opportunities. Among these was a chance to mingle minds with a group of clever Copenhagen researchers. Her scholarly sojourn in Denmark beckoned, and the plot for an escapade ripe with data was set. But what's a scientific odyssey without a sprinkle of wanderlust? Allie plotted a grand European escapade, a vacation stitched to the end of her Nordic narrative. The stage was set, and in waltzed Michael, our knight with a cheeky grin, to join Allie and embark on a Danish-Swiss adventure that would leave the pages of fairy tales green with envy. Now, Allie, with the wits of a detective and the heart of a dreamer, fancied Michael held an engagement ring, perhaps waiting for the Swiss Alps' cinematic embrace to pop the question. But Michael, playful and unpredictable, tipped the script over a cliff. As their Danish days dwindled, he led Allie on a stroll through the city streets and historic gardens, a serene prelude to the crescendo. There, beside Copenhagen's central lakes, under the soft gaze of the Nordic sky, Michael knelt, not atop a snowy Alpine peak, but in the very heart of the city. The question was asked, and history, my dear friends, was written with an "Oh my gosh, Michael!" that echoed through the streets. So here we are, poised at the dawn of a celebration most grand. Back to the enchanting gardens of Copenhagen they go. This time flanked by their dearest comrades, to pledge their love amidst the blooms that witnessed their promise.