I met my fiance Michelle a long time ago, but I re-met her a year and a half ago. Our chemistry was undeniable from the outset: I’m a constant goof, with serious spurts that made her laugh more than the goofy parts. She was ever serious with an undeniable flair for the extra goofy during her less guarded moments. Our dear younger sisters pulled as many little sister tricks as possible, and pushed us together over a couple weekends in the summer of 2010. After a wonderful first date at the MN State Fair our love blossomed over a period of 18 months, one weekend at a time.

With her living 4 hours away in the twin cities I got to know the roads from Colton to St. Paul well. Thankfully as with the rest of our relationship Michelle would hardly saddle me with the entire burden: she accumulated just as many miles trading weekends to drive home. Out of the nearly 72 weekends leading up to our engagement I got to see her smiling face all but one.  The weekend she was stranded in California was a sad weekend for both of us, including crying on the phone by both parties. Thankfully the phone, which we cried, laughed and got upset over was always there for us. 500+ nights in a row now I’ve heard her voice on the other end, usually the last thing before bed.

The next 18 months of our lives we’ll have just as many laughs, just as many phone calls, and just as many miles, but all of it will be leading towards the day we start our life together.

I love you dear, and  can’t wait to write the next chapter of our life.