happiest day

249171_10151504687518318_168527895_nThe two best days of your life are the day you’re born, and the day you realize why.  I’ve had a wonderful life – filled with friends, family and adventure – but the day I married Jon will always be my favorite.

Jon says that he didn’t fall in love at first sight, but he knew right away that he could fall in love, eventually.  And so, he tried to date me- and tried, and tried, and tried.   I thought Jon was great when we first met, but he was working incredibly long hours, and I told him that my first priority was to date someone who wanted a family.  I also told him we should probably see other people.


Seven months later, I’m at the World’s Largest Block Party dancing in Chicago with two of my best friends. I see Jon in the middle of the crowd and run over to say hello.  He asks if he can take me to dinner the next night. I say yes, and the next day he sends me a plane ticket to Las Vegas — we’re going to dinner at the Bellagio.  We fly out, and over dinner he tells me that family has always been his top priority, and that he only works so much to build a foundation while he looks for love. Sigh.

The two of us spent every spare minute together for the next five months, and Jon proposed just after Christmas.  A couple weeks after the engagement, Jon’s job relocated him to Mondovi, WI (a town of 2,500 people), so I quit my job, bought some cowboy boots, and followed him to the country:

We were married a year and a half later in a beautiful outdoor ceremony in Illinois.  I married my best friend, barefoot in the sunshine, surrounded by my friends and family.  Now we live together in Minneapolis, happy as can be, the two of us and our puppy, Kinzie.


One thought on “happiest day

  1. Awwwwww! So sweet and cute! I love how you did had the sign in the last picture, that’s a cute idea! And seriously I wanna live in the country with my love!

    ~Amber 🙂

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