We met on a Monday evening at the Kickstand in Czech Village. I was attending a Jaycee's event and Brad had been out on his bicycle. The conversation started from across the room when I posed the question about where do people refer to as home. Brad immediately intrigued me and I was thrilled when he asked if he could come sit by me. I left that night only telling him where he could find me again. That Thursday when I was bar tending at Quarter Barrel, I absolutely lit up when I saw him walk in the door to come see me. He has continued to surprise and charm me ever since.

I thought I had plenty of time to prepare. Now its getting closer to the time she would leave for frisbee, Im just kinda sitting there like its no big deal. Meanwhile, my heart is racing and Im getting nervous. She gets a text message, "Frisbee is cancelled due to rain" She seems kind of happy, me on the other hand am thinking, "how am I gonna get everything done in an hour and a half?" As she leaves to meet her friends I am right behind her heading to the store. I stopped at the flower shop first and tell the lady that I want every red rose she has in the case. She asks "don't you want to know how many we have?" "No", I say, "I want them all." Next I run through the isles grabbing the ingredients I need to prepare dinner and a couple bottles of wine. Racing home I'm wondering if I can pull this off. I get home, forget dinner, I need to get this house decorated the way I want it. I start tearing the pedals off of all of the roses but 12, scatter them down the stairs and in a path leading to a candle lit table in the basement. On the table sits the extra dozen roses and a half a dozen candles. At the top of the stairs just inside the door I placed both bottles of wine and 2 glasses with a note saying "pour some wine and come downstairs." I have Frank Sinatra playing quietly as I am standing around the corner in the dark. I let her sit down, take it all in, and wait. She quietly speaks out, "are you down here?" Thats my que, I slowly walk around the corner and sit down next to her. Slowly I reach for her hand and ask "Amanda" And she stops me mid sentence to say, "Why are you calling me Amanda?." I say, "well this is kind of a formal deal so Im calling you Amanda." She chuckles, then I think she realizes where I'm heading with this and her eyes start to well up with tears. "Amanda, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?" Im guessing if you're reading this right now you know what the answer was.