Two years ago today, I left work a little early, got on an airplane and flew to Cleveland to spend the Fourth of July weekend with Kellie. We went out to dinner and, later at home, over a rather forgettable but always-special bottle of wine, I asked her to marry me. She said yes, of course, and the rest is a history we’re continuing to write.
Honestly, we’re not sure if the actual proposal took place on the 2nd or after midnight on the 3rd, but today’s as good a day to celebrate it as any.
Well, congratulations to both of you. Marriage was the best thing that ever happened to me. May it be as good for you. Of course, I got the world’s only perfect woman; your opinion may be otherwise.