We first met about 6 years ago at The Tavern in the Square, right next to Lesley where John was working on his Masters, when Lex was up in Boston for her own grad school interview. We clicked immediately, talking for hours and over the next few months kept in touch while being half a country apart. Lex flew back up to Boston, John visited Vermont, and eventually Lex made her way back up to start school. Two graduate degrees, a few job moves, and several actual moves later we've settled in Connecticut with our two very bad cats and one very good gecko.
It was the Saturday before my birthday and John went out to grab some coffee while I went through my morning routine. When he came back and I came downstairs he handed me a Bookshop box - though with it being early I didn't care about anything except breakfast and coffee. But John persisted in opening the box and inside was a black (very bible-looking) book which I quickly set aside saying "I for sure didn't order this." I still hadn't eaten after all and well, priorities. At even more insistence from John, I finally opened it up and inside were notes that I had written him over the years, a letter from John, and in a carved out space on the next page, a ring.