One year ago today, Jonathan asked me if I wanted to go out for cheese fondue, and then asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Both were easy answers.
(The second was made easier by the fact that I was first happily filled with cheese fondue. Although my answer would have been the same without it.)
In case you’ve forgotten, here’s our story:
Something old, something new: a bi-religious love story.
We’re celebrating our engagement-versary separately, from war zones in Afghanistan to cubicle zones in D.C., but I’m confident that, if there is anything we can get through, it’s this last stretch of distance.