I have a good friend from college named Nicole. A few years back, she had an art show in Castleberry Hill. Nicole also had a friend of hers in attendance at that art show. It was a beautiful woman named Sheena. I do not remember what we talked about, but I was left with the image of her radiant smile. Some years went by. In the early months of 2020, I was a part of an event coordinated by none other than my dear friend Nicole. Small talk was exchanged and she asked me if I was seeing anyone. I wasn’t. “You should ask out my friend, Sheena,” she said. Wow. Sheena. The smile and the light from the art gallery years earlier?! How could it be? Nicole gave me Sheena’s number and after many nervous breaths, I reached out. That was February 13th, Sheena’s birthday. We planned a date. And we had so much fun we planned another. Then a lunch. And another dinner. Then the world shut down. So, we had to get creative. We traded restaurants for home cooking trials and errors. Instead of a long Saturday jaunt and people watching on the Beltline, we took to the secluded trails of Arabia Mountain. We had a mock drive-in and picnics. We worked in the garden and we danced by lamp light in the living room. And we talked. About everything. And we fell in love. Exactly 1 year from the first time I ever sent a message her way, a year of many many more messages and conversations and long, all-encompassing embraces, a year that made me so full - I got down on one knee and we agreed to start a life together. So, here’s to arguments and struggles and crying. Here’s to silly tiffs about what kind of drain to use in the shower. And here’s to moving forward together. I love you, Sheena. Your Husband, -Weston