Shouting From The Rooftops

This month, Lizzie and I are celebrating five wonderful years together. I’ve never really known exactly what to call our relationship, I can’t really call it just “dating” because it’s been something more than that. What I can say for certain is that it’s been wonderful. I’ve traveled some bumpy roads, and Lizzie has held on with me the whole way. Thanks to her I’m happier, more confident, and just plain better in every way than I ever have been my entire life. Every day is better than the last.

These few years have gone by so fast. It seems like that chilly evening of February 13th, 2002 was just a short time ago. That was our first date, an evening out to dinner in downtown Minneapolis. I was even more shy and nervous back then than I am now, and on our way to dinner I rear-ended a car on Nicollet Avenue with Lizzie in the passenger seat. I felt like such a fool, and I figured I’d completely blown it. But it all went uphill from there, and at the end of the night she asked if I’d be her Valentine (since the next day was Valentine’s Day), and I ecstatically accepted.

On February 16, 2007, 3 days after our fifth anniversary as a “couple,” we drove together to downtown Minneapolis once again on a similarly chilly evening and we had dinner at our favorite restaurant. This time, I avoided Nicollet Avenue, and didn’t rear-end anyone. But just like our first date, the evening ended with a question. I asked Liz to marry me, and she said yes.

Now I’m not usually one to show affection or emotion in public very well, you probably know me as a pretty low-key kind of guy. But right now I feel like shouting from the rooftops that I’m the luckiest guy in the world! I’m so happy that within the next one to one and a half years I’ll be marrying the love of my life. I’m so excited about everything that lies ahead.