We're Getting Married!

Part 1) The story begins at Community Brewery in Dallas, Texas at 2 PM (5PM Bermuda Time). Bonny orders a Witbier. I order a Mosaic. We share stories for half an hour, take a brewery tour, play hide and seek behind commercial brewing equipment, and wrap things up by trying every beer on the menu. Hot start! Completely out of things to do at the brewery, I panic and ask Bonny if she'd like to join me for dinner... at 4 PM. She accepts. Part 2) We Uber to a pizza joint called Cane Rosso and order a bottle of wine. Bonny promptly raises her glasses and says "Dilly Dilly." At this point I'm pretty sure I've found my future wife. We "Dilly Dilly" each sip until an older couple seated next to us orders the same bottle of wine and tells us "we're just trying to have as much fun as you two! How long have y'all been together? You are just perfect together!" As I'm contemplating how to tell them we just met, Bonny says "This is actually our 3rd wedding anniversary!" I provide air coverage with "we are trying to recreate our first date, so we aren't wearing our wedding rings." "Awwww" By the time the meal has ended we have received several promising leads for our first home, an invitation to a church, and enough swallowed laughs to last a lifetime. Part 3) As we walk out of Cane Rosso, Bonny grabs my hand and leads me into a boutique. I ask her why we're going there and she responds, "well if you're my husband you better get used to buying me nice things." I'm excited and terrified. That's love right? We mosey around and discuss how the items we can't afford would look in the house that we don't own. Livin. Part 4) We walk into the next shop -- an old fashioned candy store. If you can't tell, we're grasping at straws for ways to stay together. We choose the nastiest candy in the store and sit in the window laughing for the next half hour. I'm in love. Part 5) We say goodbye and I Uber home. I text her before I even get to my front door. She responded instantly.

The ring is purchased. The father's blessing is secured. Bonny's sister is in town. Bonny is convinced we're taking Christmas photos tomorrow. The stage is set. Except for one thing -- it's supposed to rain tomorrow. I don't sleep a wink as I'm glued to my weather app hoping for a miracle. No luck. The storm's arrival time gets pushed up every time I refresh the app. At 5 AM I text the photographer to see if we can move up our session from 10 AM to 9 AM so we can avoid the rain. She says no. Awesome. At 6 AM she cancels the appointment because her camera doesn't work in the rain. Double Awesome. I hop out of bed and send Kristy (Bonny's sister) a desperation text asking if she could lead photography efforts with her iPhone... but its 6 AM and like any sane person, her phone is set to silent. And being a sane person myself, I solve that problem by turning on every light in the house, grinding coffee beans, and banging pots and pans as I'm whipping up my 6 AM breakfast. Kristy is awake. She graciously responds that she is happy to help and that she is so excited to capture the moment. It's go time. As the storm creeps closer, we scurry out the door just past 7:30 AM. We drive 15 minutes south and park on a side street. One last glance at my weather app shows that we have 14 minutes until the sky opens up. We calmly walk across the bridge and down the trail to our favorite spot in Austin, Lou Neff's Point. After a few staged "Christmas Photos" from Kristy and Gilles, it's our turn. Bonny and I get in position and I muster up the courage to turn to her and say the words I had spent the prior month rehearsing. I didn't miss a word. An emphatic yes and a joyful kiss through some salty tears sealed the deal. As we walked back down the trail, the sun came out for about 30 seconds and life felt easier than it ever had before. The rain drops began to fall as I shut the car door behind Bonny and the best day of my life was sealed. All before 8:00 AM.

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