How it all began
Well...it's been a while. I'm even surprised I remember how it happened. But if I can recall it had something to do with snow, Dave's Taverna, Windows 98 and some nice bison. Garber Hall, in all its glory, brought me and Dan together.

All growns up
After four years of college and an unfortunate trampoline accident, we both moved to Northern Virginia and started working in Crystal City.

A couple years later, on our fifth anniversary I was sure Dan was going to "pop the question." But, I was sorely mistaken. Later that year we started planning a trip to Ireland. But, me being me, I complained that it was too expensive and that I couldn't afford it. We finally decided to spend a week in London and Brussels. I had my suspicions, but I didn't think he would bring a ring with him all the way across the pond.

The big trip
May finally came and we got to London. On the London Eye, I thought he would propose. Maybe at Stonehenge or in Bath (but it was pouring rain, remember England). With only three days in London there was definitely no time to propose--almost not enough to make our train to Brussels. But luckily we made it.

London behind us and Brussels ahead of us, I had given up hope that Dan would ask me to marry him while we were on holiday. We couldn't celebrate Dan's birthday in London, so we celebrated a day late at a cute restaurant near the Grand-Place. After dinner, I wanted to go back to the hotel (again, always trying to ruin things). All Dan could convince me to do was to walk around the downtown area of Brussels. We happened to find the Parc-Du-Bruxelles, where we walked and walked and then stopped at a park bench. It had just rained and I was worried about getting my pants wet; so I decided to sit on the back of the bench and not on the seat. Little did I know that this would prevent Dan from getting down on one knee. But at a park bench in Brussels, Dan asked me to marry him. And I said yes, after a few tears, of course.