Luke was the first person I met when I moved back to Michigan after living in Wisconsin. I was alone with my moving truck, waiting for friends to help me unpack a few heavy items. Luke lived next door and had offered to help, but we'd never actually met and I had no idea what he looked like. When he arrived, he nearly strolled right into the open back of my uHaul (making me wonder for a split second if I was about to be robbed) before he introduced himself. (Luke laughs about this to this day.) It took us a few years to start dating, but it makes us smile to know that all future moves will be done together.
This past May, while we stood under a huge oak tree in Cranbrook Gardens waiting for rain to pass by, Luke got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I'm sure it was perfect, but an hour later, I realized my excitement and joy in the moment had caused his proposal to blur in my memory. At my request, Luke proposed a second time. The double proposal method has my highest recommendation.