This is that Marriage Thing We Fought For?

One of the most exciting parts of wedding planning was finding the perfect dress. I knew I had found my dream wedding dress the moment I put it on. Of course, my mom made me try on about a thousand more before I could decide that it was the one. But in the end, I went with that first dress I tried on.  Every time I went in for a fitting and put the dress back on, I dreamed about the moment that I would see my wife walking down the aisle toward me, both in our white dresses. We decided not to tell each other anything about our dresses and that the first time we would see them was when we were about to get married.  But there was something else that would happen every time I went to a dress fitting - my mom and I would argue about whether I should wear a veil. I had no interest in it. I knew Michelle wasn’t wearing one and I also didn’t like that it would cover the back of my dress (which was my favorite part) and, oh I don’t know, it was my wedding so I figured that wa...

Last week (January 30th to be exact) was the six year anniversary of the night that I officially asked my now-wife, Michelle, to be my girlfriend. Most people would have probably chosen to go with the classic "Will you be my girlfriend?" or perhaps a simple DTR (Define the Relationship) chat, but I'm not most people.  Let me preface this story by pointing out that I was single for about three years before meeting my now-wife (no dates, no random hook ups, single as they come) and the only relationship I had before was a secret (well...you know - one of those secrets that you think is a big secret but it turns out that EVERYONE actually knew all along...yeah, that kind of secret), so I had a lot of time to think about what I would do if I finally got the chance to ask a girl out.  Somehow I decided that a random Wednesday night was the perfect time to put my plan into action, so I told Michelle to meet me in my grad school's library (because what better place to st...