It's 2005. Two of our friends were dating and asked us to tag along to a backyard bonfire. We started talking about ice hockey and the rest...could have been history (but it wasn't!). We talked often, we even went on a few dates to Dairy Queen and to Pirates of the Caribbean (which is a classic, btw). We went off to college and lost track of each other...until I walked by his desk on my way to a job interview at Abbott Nutrition in 2015. Now, the rest is history.
A telescope rigged with an image of "Will You Marry Me? while looking at a star-covered sky in a remote cabin over New Years Even with our friends in Hocking Hills....was how he planned to ask. It was the most perfect proposal ever planned. But I ruined it. Let me say that again, I RUINED IT. How? I got sick. Danny was devastated. But he's resourceful, so he quickly came up with a back-up plan. He asked me to dinner at Milestone 229 on the first Friday in January and popped the question on the bridge overlooking the city.