One August day in 2016, Neil walked past my desk at work. I was wearing a La Salle hoodie, La Salle sweatpants, and had a La Salle banner behind me in my cubicle. Neil proceeded to ask me, "If I went to La Salle?" After answering yes. he began to tell me about how he dated a girl that also went to La Salle around the same time I did. A few days later, Neil asked me to go to trivia night at J.D. McGillicuddy's with some friends from work. He quickly learned that I was welled versed in 90s music trivia. Two days later, we went on our first date and the rest is history...

I proposed to Kim on the day we settled on the house in Downingtown, PA. It was probably the most terrifying experience of my life. I had a few other ideas. One was during Christmas walking from Kim’s parent’s house to our favorite bar, Morse Tavern. Another was during the Boston Marathon which goes through the town Kim grew up in. I decided to pop the question after the final walk through of our new home. As Kim, our relator, and myself walked through the house, Kim kept asking me if I liked what I saw. I actually hadn’t been inside the house since we first looked at it about 3 or 4 weeks earlier. Kim had no idea what was going through my head. As we walked the house looking at every room, I had the ring in my pocket. The engagement ring was a gift from my Mom-Mom as it was her engagement ring. I once posted a photo on Instagram and my Mom-Mom commented reminding me that I have the ring. Good thing the surprise wasn’t ruined. Kim knew about the ring and had seen it before. I love you Mom-Mom; wait till you see the wedding band. It matches perfectly. Anyway, as we were walking through the house, all I was thinking about is the question. I tried to delay. Eventually we were back outside. I asked our relator, Michelle, to take our photo and as she tried to grab her phone, I took a knee. Without waiting for Michelle and just trying to get it over with, I asked Kim if she would marry me. She of course said yes, but Michelle said that I need to ask again so she could take a photo. I got back down on one knee, still wearing my backpack, (which I didn’t realize at the time, thanks to all of you that pointed it out) and asked Kim again. Kim said yes again, and Michelle snapped some photos. Looking back, I wish I prepared a little better and took the time to let Michelle know what I was doing, but other than that I would never change a thing and the proposal will forever be a story to tell. I cannot wait to call Kim my wife.