We're Getting Married!

This love story starts with Mitra trying to talk Devon out of our first date - she had just been offered a job in Washington D.C. and we all know that secret agents don't do long distance dating. But, Devon was his usual obstinate self and insisted on going out anyway, because how often do you find witty, sassy, brilliant women who want to date a blindingly pale Texan? We spent seven hours together on that date, during which time Mitra made Devon blush (surprise), Devon beat Mitra at pool (not a surprise), and he shocked them both by scooting his chair around the table to sit next to her (and hold her hand - oh my!). By the end of it, we both knew that we had met someone special (Mitra called everyone and let them know she'd found "the one"), and we saw each other all five nights before her move to D.C. Everyone who knows Devon won't be surprised to hear that he might-possibly-have-but-will-deny-on-occasion, shed a tear at her departure (SAD!). Thankfully, we're both stubborn, dedicated people, and through thick and thin over the next year, we continued to call, Skype, and visit each other, until a certain Cheeto-colored president made D.C. even less hospitable and tolerable than normal, prompting Mitra to set her eyes once more on the Emerald City, its bountifulness, and the blazing sun there that is Devon's skin... (her family might have been important too, but he likes to take credit). A flight, a six day drive across country with our fluffy Buddy, and a year-and-a-half more of memories, trials, joys, and minutia of everyday life and love later... We're getting married! For those counting, use your toes if needed, but that's two and a half years together (three at wedding time), and yes it feels like longer, but no we're not sorry, because it's been totally awesome. So, in case y'all haven't figured it out, I (Devon), and my dear (Mitra), are quite excited to have y'all share in our happiness as we turn the page into the first chapter of wedded bliss.