We met in an elevator at the Westin St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco. Steve was remodeling a retail store connected to the hotel. My office was on the top floor of the hotel, next to his. I accused his guys of stealing a dolly from my office...only to find it later. Whoops! Steve went home for Christmas and returned to SF in February. The first time we saw each other in the hallway, it felt like seeing an old friend again. We sat and talked and he asked me out. I gave him my business card.

Steve proposed on December 10th, Miranda's late grandmother's birthday. We were getting ready to go to his aunt and uncle's to make ginger bread houses with his family. I was on the phone. For an hour and a half. He said I looked fine in what I was wearing, so naturally I changed into sweats. Steve wouldn't stop talking under his breath while pacing around the house. I was annoyed and wondering what his problem was. I finally got off the phone and he said he wanted to show me something on the house. I was still annoyed. The backyard was lit up with string lights and pictures of us and all our favorite people scattered around the patio.