Molly and I met at a small group. And not long after committing to not use the small group space as a means for meeting romantic partners, I swiftly ignored my convictions. All I remember is making a joke to her that didn't land that first night we met, which gave me an embarrasing few moments - and a silent drive home - to reassess my commitments to not date within the group. But one gift about knowing Molly I soon discovered is that she has enough room in her heart for the bad jokes and the good, and after a few more botched attempts at flirting, something stuck. She has been kind enough to laugh with and at me the past four years.