We're getting married!

The fourth period bell rang to signal lunch. Chelsea walked from chorus class to the cafeteria, feeling the familiar first-day-of-school jitters about where she'd sit. All of her junior friends were in different lunch shifts, so she sat with a group of seniors, most of which she barely knew. Zak strode into the cafeteria, all 6 feet 7 inches of him untouched by typical high school insecurities. Other than being the baseball star, she knew his name and that was about it. He saw a group of seniors starting to claim a table. He started in that direction and a junior girl he didn't know very well caught his eye. He sat down, opened his brown paper bag and said, "Hi, I'm Zak." "I know. I'm Chelsea."

Zak & Chelsea were getting ready for a day in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia with Zak's family. They arrived and walked to the lovely Williamsburg Inn to get hot chocolate. It was crisp, but not cold. Golden hour glowed on the back patio of the Inn as the afternoon welcomed the evening. Zak & Chelsea approached the back patio, while his family stealthily slowed behind them. The patio was empty except for two hooded figures. "Who're they?" Zak asked. As Chelsea wondered why she would know who those people are, they turned and revealed just why she should. It was her mom and sister. She turned and her dad was hiding behind a pillar filming them. At that moment, she knew, that after all these years, it was finally happening. Zak held her hands and let her calm down in his arms for a few seconds. He pulled back and kissed her forehead, a familiar act that was so profound in this moment. In slow motion, he kneeled. And he asked. Chelsea Rose Bonenberger, will you marry me? They thought of water guns and dorm rooms and Jesus and baseball and everything in between that brought them there. And she said yes.