We met on the dance floor at a classy little establishment in downtown Denver known as the Viewhouse. Forrest stuck out his hand for a dance and spun me around to rap music. After a few dances, we found our friends and went our separate ways. Right before I left, Forrest found me outside and asked for my number and that was that.

Six months later, my phone rang and Forrest asked me on a date to Jazz at the Park. He packed a picnic and we chatted for hours. Next thing we knew, we were the last two people in the park.

Three years after our first date, we skipped soccer and went back to Jazz at the Park. Forrest packed the ultimate picnic spread. Everyone who walked by was jealous. As the park cleared, Forrest had me read a letter he wrote. When I finished reading, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife.