Forevva Evva

Nick and I were high school tennis teammates. He sat in the front of the bus. I sat in the back. He was quiet. I used to make-up reasons to talk to him. He remembers us being on-court rivals. I remember us being friends. We were both right.

I had just moved back to Boise, after six years on the east coast, and received a message in my inbox. It was from the quiet boy who sat in the front of the bus all those years ago. He had heard I was back in town, and wanted to see if I'd be interested in getting together sometime. In a totally un-cool, over-eager way, I suggested we meet for a beer the next day. So we did. And now, all these years later... I don't have to make up reasons to talk to him and when we ride buses, we sit together.

It happened in Idaho City. Nick planned a weekend getaway that was interrupted by a snow storm. That storm derailed our trip to The Springs, caused a city-wide power outage, but provided the perfect setting for him to suggest a candle-lit dance. That dance ended with him on one knee, and me beaming from ear to ear. It was perfectly private and perfectly imperfect. Spoiler alert - I said yes!