We're getting married!

It was a Thursday. He picked me up for our first date with a Bella Flora bouquet and a CD of all my favorite songs (the obscure ones I could have only mentioned once), and I knew I was in trouble because I was crazy about him. We first bonded over Jesus, Gilmore Girls and Thanksgiving burritos, and I remain convinced this is the recipe for success.

One year later, he picked me up with a Bella Flora bouquet and the same CD (still my favorites). We ate Duluth's finest Italian and drank coffee way too late and on my childhood porch he knelt down on one knee. To my surprise, our families were in on it and ready with champagne to celebrate the night with us. It was perfect and sweet, but what most don't know is we almost missed our reservations that night. Ben's wallet was stolen from his gym locker earlier that day, which caused a chain reaction of cancelling credit cards, showing up late to work and a team effort to get out of there on time. I offered to stay home that night if he didn't want to go, but he wasn't going to let "some bozo ruin our night." (His words not mine.) Moral of the story is he knew that he could lose any earthly possession but he couldn't lose me. (Or something like that!)