Once upon a time, I met a guy. In a bar.
WAIT! Don’t leave–it gets better. Promise.
We started dating.
He took me to dinner.
But he stuck around anyways.
And then one freezing cold night, he asked me to marry him.
And I said, “YES!”
And then we got married in this church…
in our little college town
on this very day–nine years ago.
And we danced.
And then we moved to Michigan.
And then moved to Missouri.
And had 1…
And it all started when a guy and a girl walked into a bar.