We're Getting Married!!!

We both turned up at a show in Midtown thanks to a little encouragement from a matchmaker, you know who you are. The band played, the beers flowed, and the conversation drifted to our dreams... of building a Swiss Family Robinson tree-house. Wait. What? Could that be a thing someone else on this planet seriously wants to do? That's pretty much when we thought, "Okay. This could be something."

Part One. Friends and family gathered aboard the Delta King on the eve of Mir's third deployment. Liz raised a glass for a bon voyage toast and closed it on one knee with a box in hand and a question, "Mir, will you ASK me to marry you?" She winked and pinned an engraved pendent to Mir's dog-tags. Part Two. Mir shipped out to Afghanistan and while away secretly booked flights to whisk Liz to the Virgin Islands upon her return. She chartered a boat and planned a memory-maker of a day. They swam with turtles, snorkeled through sunken ships, narrowly escaped a barracuda ...and island hopped from Bushwackers to Limin' de Coconuts. When their Captain pulled up to the white sands of a deserted island, they swam to the beach and Liz meandered after shells up the shoreline. Over the waves she heard Mir say, "What about this one, babe?" and turned to find Mir, sea-soaked ring box shimmering in the sunlight, smiling up at her from one knee. The rest is herstory. We're so excited to celebrate this next chapter in our lives with you. See you in Valhalla!