We got married!

We met in the neighborhood we now call home, at a cocktail bar with the strangest décor imaginable. Think 70’s living room meets art gallery. Marissa had just moved to Denver less than two weeks before. I broke through the Brooklyn attitude with some Mainer charm to find passion, wit, and plans to attend the same concert at the end of the summer. This was going somewhere.

On the anniversary of the night we decided to share a home together, I popped the question. More of a statement actually, “Let’s get married”. Of course, we’d talked about it together before. Fiercely egalitarian as we like to put it. Enter tunnel vision, teary eyes, and time standing still. We’re doing this!