We're getting married!

Only a few minutes after I met Cutter, I called my mom to tell her that our interaction was something out of a Hallmark movie, which was too good to be a reality. I teach 7th-grade English, so I stayed after school to prepare for the following day’s lesson plan. At the time, my classroom consisted of many books and small critters who liked to hide among them and travel throughout the school. I’m typing on the computer when my door begins to open. I get up to see who it is, and the pest control guy, also known as Cutter, almost knocks me down in his eagerness to resolve the mice dilemma in my classroom. He starts to inspect the room, noticing the shelves upon shelves of books, “So, are you an English teacher?” I respond with, “No, I teach science.” His eyebrow shoots up with confusion, and then, after a few moments, he accepts the answer with a slight nod, chuckling, “Oh, I’m sorry, with all the books, I thought…” I laugh, “I’m just messing around.” I thought he was endearing, and he felt the same about me. At that moment, work became the last priority, with the cursor paused on the computer and the mice in the corner. He puts his hand out, “I’m Cutter Faulkenberry.” As we exchanged introductions, it felt as though the mice weren't the only ones scurrying around in excitement within that classroom.

I started to fall for Cutter early in the relationship, which is not my norm. I knew I was in love when Cutter took me to Ransom Canyon for the first time. We had hiked up a trail leading to a quaint chapel overlooking part of the canyon, with the rest hidden amongst the rustling trees. We sat on the bench holding hands as the gentle wind moved between the leaves below, creating a harmonious synchronized choir of our voices talking about things that have passed and things that are to come. We soon got engaged on March 2nd, when he led me to our spot on the bench by the chapel where we sat many months before. Only this time, he pulls a ring out of his pocket. We kept hearing laughter coming somewhere from behind us, in the direction of the chapel. Two teenagers thought sitting on top of the chapel was a good idea. They got not only our attention but also the attention of the Ransom Canyon Police, with a young officer, Garza, holding a megaphone that does not work, "This is the Ransom Canyon Police; get down from the roof." With careful inspection, he squints his eyes towards us. He tries the defective megaphone again, doing the Ransom Canyon Police spiel with the teens who cannot hear him. "Having trouble with the megaphone?" Cutter says with a half-smile and explains that he had proposed just minutes before Garza's arrival. "Congratulations, but you two are coming with me." Note to future visitors of Ransom Canyon: stay clear of the chapel.