They say third times the charm! Throughout high school we had met on three separate, brief occasions before ever really meeting. It was a high school football game on a rainy Friday night when the pieces fell into place. Ice cream, piggyback rides, and graciously offered hoodies were just the beginning.

What started as quite a run of the mill Monday took a surprise twist. A long day of work was being followed by a haphazardly thrown together dinner. The bride was midway through shucking corn, in her pajamas mind you, when the groom handed her the box. Which she then promptly dropped, and then proceeded to cry for a good 10 minutes. Couldn’t have been more perfect.