WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!

We first met during our sophomore year of college in the midst of a typical syllabus week icebreaker, signaling the genesis of another semester. Our professor directed us to turn and talk, so we did just that, kindling a friendship that soon sparked into a fiery romance. Then, in the blink of an eye, we were admiring each other over breadsticks at the Olive Garden, where true love is birthed. After that bank breaking date and a ride in Travis’s Chevy Cavalier, Sierra decided that she was smitten and after a quick smooch before Travis dropped her off, the relationship became etched in the sands of time.

On a sweltering late-spring afternoon on the campus of York College of Pennsylvania, Travis Fisher was perspiring. It was hot, humid, and packed tight under the tent pavilion during graduation day. However, Travis was not only sweaty because of the climate conditions and the idea of walking across the stage, he was nervous and elated for the milestone that he and his lovely lady were about to reach. Although Sierra may not have been privy to the information that Travis and their loved ones were hip to leading up to graduation day, she was suspicious of something being afoot. She soon began to notice that he was behaving strangely, stranger than usual. Once he abandoned her post ceremony and sprinted to find his mother so that he could "get something," she was alarmed but just thought that Jody might've had some deodorant for him to put on before they met up to with other peers in their major for commemorative photos. They soon reconvened at the library steps for a department picture. After everybody had their fill of photos, Travis careened himself to the bottom of the steps like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and proclaimed Sierras name. After she joined him at the base of the stairs, he got down on one knee, and the rest is history.