In the summer of 2010, I was simply going about my plan by taking two summer classes a year. Little did I know, the decision to take these particular classes (a 3rd Math and English credit) would change my life forever. Meredith Ann See, fortunately, had decided to take the same exact classes, and when she noticed me in the second class she introduced herself and asked if I’d be willing to join her study group. The group consisted of three of us. Meredith, me and a third guy who, I’m sure, must have quickly realized he had become a third wheel. Mere and I talked little about math and English and, instead, seemed only interested in getting to know each other. I remember she was shocked to learn I had two sons but, at the same time, she didn’t seem intimidated. So with that, we started spending time together and soon enough I introduced her to my boys. In the years to follow we became inseparable and fell deeply in love. At the end of school, I found myself facing the world with two sons to care for and powerful anxiety to find a good job. Unfortunately, the position I chose was one in Evansville, Indiana, a place far from home and far from my relationship with Meredith. The day I left and drove away from Meredith’s apartment complex was the single hardest day of my life and, one which I could never stand to repeat. I spent a year in Indiana and, throughout that time, Meredith and I never lost touch. In fact, we remained the closest of friends. As time went on, I found myself thinking of her more and more and realized I had made a grave mistake and needed to get back to her. So when the day came that the Kansas City territory opened up with my employer, I jumped on the opportunity. And when I returned home, we picked right back up where we had left off, except now I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I had to live the rest of my life with her by my side. I had to make her my wife.