Every once in awhile life reaches out to you for a brief moment in time. It reaches out through a conversation or a mistake or an opportunity and you reach back or it passes you by.
A few months before Sun Prairie High School’s 2005 junior prom, I got an instant message from a girl I knew. I was a senior at the time and had a lot more important things to think about, like how Andy O’Connor and I were going to arrange our dorm room at the University of Wisconsin. When “MsMegan778778” asked if I wanted to go to prom with her I responded, in the grace of an 18-year old boy, “sure.” Luckily she still took me.
On May 14th, 2005 life reached out to me, on the rooftop of the Monona Terrace, in a brief moment in time that’s engraved in my mind. A barefoot, giggling, gorgeous girl, dancing with a joy I’d never seen, dress pirouetting in an evening breeze. In her was a longing for life I’d never experienced, the embodiment of happiness spinning to some tune only she could hear. Her passion was effortless and tangible and intoxicating. It’s the instant I fell in love. We made it official on May 29th.
For a year we enjoyed the splendor of love in Sun Prairie and Madison while I was a freshman at the UW and she was a senior in high school. In the fall of 2006, Megan followed her heart to the University of Minnesota.
We spent the following three and a half years 270 miles apart. We both got very familiar with I-94 between Madison and Minneapolis. We spent the weeks apart making friends, studying, and spending way too much time writing adorable letters and pukey facebook posts that are really embarrassing to read now.
Megan and I both graduated in December of 2009. I was incredibly lucky to land a job at the University of Wisconsin about thirty minutes after I walked out of my last final, and Megan accepted a position in the University of Wisconsin Occupational Therapy program. For a few months before her program started, Megan got to live in Chicago with Heather and David Meyer and take care of one of the most adorable kids in the world. Things were starting to look pretty wonderful in our lives.
In May of 2010, Megan and Kelsey moved to Madison and (needless to say) Eric and I were really, really happy. Megan started her OT program and met some wonderful, wonderful girls.
As we closed in on our seven year anniversary and Megan’s graduation, I started to assemble a super secret group of people in a Facebook group. On February 2nd, I posted:
With help from some incredible people, especially Lizzi Alstad, I planned out the proposal I’d been thinking about for years.
On the morning of May 27th, I ran a half marathon on a terribly hot day in Madison. Lots of my family was there to support me. After an exhausting race and a day of being ridiculously nervous, Megan and I went to dinner with my family. I could hardly keep any food down because of the butterflies in my stomach. Megan and I left the restaurant and walked to the Monona Terrace, as we’ve done many times in the past on our anniversary. The rest is history.