It's finally happening!!!

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Love at first site was not really how it went… we met in Corpus Christi, Texas while in flight school. I was in the same class as Oliver’s roommate so we all started hanging out and studying together regularly. Oliver and I were pretty indifferent toward each other until one day he asked the group if anyone wanted to go storm chasing and I was the only one who said yes. I insisted on driving so I grabbed us food and picked him up. The conversation was surprisingly easy and the storm was incredible. On our way back Oliver was confident that I could make it through a pretty muddy section of road, but I was not… and everyone knows confidence is key. Sooooo I got us stuck. The trouble shooting that followed is one we look back on fondly as we tore apart yoga mats, tried different traction controls and eventually had to be pulled out by strangers. Afterwards, Oliver felt responsible and insisted on helping me clean my car. From that point on we were inseparable, but just friends. It took us ten more months to figure out we would there was something more. Some of our friends called called it before we knew. Ironically, we did not figure it out until right before we were both about to select where we were going to go. Oliver selected first and received orders to San Diego. Like the stubborn independent woman I am, I kept my dream of flying search and rescue in Guam as my first choice, but put San Diego second for him. Of course, God had his own plan and I found myself headed to San Diego a month later. From that point on we were pretty serious. Through three deployments in three years and 14 months separated by an ocean, we are finally here and I am so excited to marry my best friend.