We're getting married!

Kyle's View: Morgan showed up one hour late. (She'll tell you that it was because of work, but I beg to differ). I was content to sightsee around Boston and head back to central Massachusetts where I stayed that summer for an internship. Luckily, I got a text saying, "Be there in 20 minutes. I'm so sorry, first round is on me!" The next thing I knew, a blonde beauty wearing a polka dot dress was flagging me down in the Public Garden. Let's just say I was glad that I stayed. We went for beers on the Charles River, she showed me Fenway Park under the lights, and I drove home with a goofy smile. I knew pretty early on that I wanted to marry her, and it has truly never changed. Morgan's View: I was in fact working. I got off so late that I almost canceled the date. (Had Kyle not driven an hour from Hudson, MA I just might of). I cringed as I paid for a $65 Uber into the city (damn you Red Sox games) and got there as quick as I could. I remember calling to tell him I was there. I also remember how lost and directionally challenged he was trying to find me in the Public Garden. (It was a charming change of pace to meet a small town Iowa kid trying to figure out the city). Once I saw him, he was tall, very handsome, and was sweating through his red shirt. (He'll blame the heat, I say it was nerves.) But I remember it being the best date I ever went on. So much so, that I showed up to work the next morning and told my boss -- you just wait, I'm going to marry him.

Kyle's Take: We had just completed the perfect Sunday filled with all of our favorite things: morning coffee, a church service, and finally croissants at our prized Financial District coffee shop. To end the day, I told Morgan that we had a reservation at the original brewery of our first date (or so she thought). The uphill battle of the proposal began while trying to get Morgan dressed up for said date. This day in June just so happened to be of record-breaking heat. She was reluctant to put on a dress and leave our AC. I persisted as I pictured her staring at proposal photos … wearing soccer shorts … sweaty … and with windblown hair. (Knowing that she would thank me later, I pushed on). We took a short Uber ride to the river and all I could feel was the ring box digging into my pocket. I somehow managed to get her to the predetermined spot with our photographer and before I knew it, the words 'will you marry me' came falling out of my mouth. She kissed me before she said yes. Bystanders were clapping, Morgan was crying, the Boston skyline was behind us, and I knew that everything happened exactly as it should of. And for the record, we did end up getting that beer after. Morgan's Take: It was the easiest yes I've ever said :)