we're getting married

We met in our high school Spanish class in the fall of 2011. After a few weeks of glances across the classroom, David (in his true, persistent self) assigned himself a seat in the class right behind mine. As time passed, our teacher eventually gave up enforcing the true seating chart, and we became inseparable. Oh, how I'd love to tell Mrs. Allen what came of her frustration. Although neither of us ever mastered the foreign language, we gained more than we could have ever imagined from what we both expected to be our least favorite class!

On our 8th anniversary, I found myself back at the place we first met - our high school. What was supposed to be a rescue for my aunt (best secretary ever at WHS) who was having "car trouble" turned into the proposal of my dreams! After getting me into the school, she conveniently needed to deliver a large box to a teacher in B Hall before we could leave. Upon asking me to open the classroom door, I was shocked to see the love of my life on one knee, surrounded by candles, balloons, roses, and bright white letters spelling out "MARRY ME". A moment I've dreamt of since I was 14!