Most of you know the story. I was enlisting, he wanted a change, and the rest is history.

We were in the process of moving back to Indiana. I moved up a couple weeks before he did and he came to see me. He told me to meet him at Broadway fountain to start our day. When I got there he handed me a journal. Inside was a hand written version of our love story and on the last page he carved out a spot for the ring to sit inside the pages.