![]() Wade was finishing high school and playing hockey. LIFE IS FUNNY AND BEAUTIFUL… Our story actually starts about 20 years ago. It wasn't until a month later on Valentine's Day before a Celtic's game that I asked the dreaded question: "What are we?" and he responded, "I thought you were already my girlfriend!" We laughed and walked and laughed and walked and took a helicopter ride and showed off our jenga skills and by the end of three days we had put in over 48k steps, and had probably just as many inside jokes. An impromptu invite to Vegas left me bewildered–do I go to Vegas of all places with a man I've only known for a few months? Looking back, I'm so glad I accepted that invite. In December, he showed off his adventurous side. We continued to talk for the next few months. Afterwards, we hung out in the parking lot for a while before deciding to catch a movie together. I was both impressed and weirded out by how he even tucked in his button down into his light wash jeans (see below or what I can only assume was his fashion inspiration). We had a great dinner–talked about everything and anything. Right off the bat, Mark learned about how I'm never on time to anything, and I learned about how Mark is honestly the most patient man on earth. As I finished up an email response, another email would pop up, then a phone call would come through, then someone would stop by for an updated document - I couldn't leave! I texted Mark multiple times during my delay, but didn't make it to the restaurant until 7:45! He wasn't mad, wasn't upset, but instead met me with the biggest smile and a huge hug (although looking back it might have been the moscow mules he was downing while he sat by himself). Our reservation was for 7pm about 20ish minutes away from my office. At the time though, I was fairly used to terrible dates and was also a huge workaholic. ![]() ![]() I was blown away at such a small gesture. Mark made a reservation at a fairly upscale restaurant for the two of us–it was a REAL date. He didn't ask me to "hang out", he didn't ask me to meet him at a bar, he didn't ask me if I wanted to get together and then have me make all the plans. )Ī couple days after Halloween, Mark asked me out on a date. I joked that I would be dressing as Old Greg, to which Mark responded "Omg marry me!" Little did he know. It was right before Halloween, so we shared selfies of our Halloween costumes. I must have looked right over it when matching with him, because before I knew it, we were chatting it up a storm. It was total fate, because I always vowed I wouldn't "swipe right" with someone who had the same name as my dad (weird!), so any usera named Mark were always out of the question. ![]() I have helped Jaclyn plan the wedding she has had planned for years and I am super excited to see what the future holds for us. We celebrated with beers and barbeque with friends, and the rest is history. ![]() She never technically said yes, but her reaction spoke for her. At Jaclyn's birthday party on an absolutely gorgeous Saturday in early October out in the Virginia countryside, I popped the question to an utterly shocked Jaclyn on the side of a mountain. I got some not-so-subtle hints from Jaclyn, some much-needed help from Jaclyn's friend Katie for her dream engagement ring, and the green-light from her parents about my rough plans to propose to their daughter, just as they were preparing their move to Texas. The foundation of a happy family had been built. At this point, the mutual notion was, "If we can live together in such a small place and we haven't killed each other yet, we can get through anything." In less than a year, we moved on to a bigger and better house together and adopted another dog soon after. Living together in such tight quarters was not always smooth and sweet (see below for a picture of pretty much the entire condo), but we plodded forward together to overcome the bumps in the road. Fast forward a year and half, and Jaclyn moved in with me into my little one-bedroom condo with her adorable dog Maeby. ![]()
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