Rick and I met in a pretty unimpressive way, at work. He worked in the pharmacy next to my department and would have to walk passed every day to take out the pharmacy's trash. Somehow, we eventually ended up chatting every day, like clockwork, on his way to the trash compactor in the back of the store. About a week before he had formally asked me out, I remember turning to my mother in the car and saying, "I think the Pharmacy Tech at work is going to ask me out." She nodded sagely and replied, "Well, he does seem nice." While at work one day, he had stumbled upon me reorganizing picture frames before asking me some innocuous question to get my attention. Something about where I went to buy my tongue rings. Towards the tailend of my spiel about Hot Topic and tattoo shops, he blurted out if I would be interested in getting drinks some time. I figured he was handsome and had always been nothing but a perfect gentlemen, so why not? I cancelled our first date out of nervousness. Then I sabatouged our second date just in case. But he still wanted a third date and I figured I owed him at least one proper outing. That was more than 7 years ago, so we must be doing something right.

On the 7 year anniversary of our first date, we had gone overseas to celebrate. The day of our anniverary we toured the city of Belfast, had a lovely dinner at the Hard Rock in Dublin, and snuggled up as we walked the entire distance back to our hotel for our last night before flying 10 hours back to Dallas. As our hotel loomed in the distance, Rick detoured us through a small park along the River Liffey and dropped down on one knee in traditional fashion to propose. And we all know how I answered. We're so excited to begin this next chapter of our lives together and hope that you will join us in celebrating this new beginning!