Our Love Story: From the Groom
I may have used up a lifetime worth of luck on how Liz and I first crossed paths. I first met Liz during my second year in law school while I was working at the KU law library. I had tried all day to convince someone to cover my library shift. Fortunately, no one was able or willing to cover my library shift. Work was slow that day, so I popped in my headphones at the front desk and worked on school work as my shift went by. I remember glancing up from my work and seeing the cutest blond girl trying to get my attention to help her find a court case. I find the case immediately for her, but I didn’t want our interaction to end with that. So of course, I think of the best subtle way to flirt with her by saying: “don’t tell anyone, but I can print this case free for you.” While we waited for her case to print, we chatted about our school work and about things we had done over the summer. Once her case was printed, I had to at least make sure she knew my name before she left. The words “I’m Jason by the way” awkwardly blurted out of my mouth as we ended our conversation and began going our separate ways. A couple days later, I receive a text message from a coworker who says a girl named Liz was looking for me and left her number for me to contact her. Turns out, Liz wasn’t looking for me for more free printing.
A little over three years would go by from when we first met until the time I proposed. During that time, I fell more and more in love with her the more I got to know her. From her quirky dances to her compassionate heart, I loved everything about her. Never in my life did I think I’d meet a person so beautiful, inside and out. Halloween was Liz’ favorite time of year, and every year we would enjoy carving pumpkins together leading up to the holiday. So, with the help of coworkers, I hid her engagement ring inside of a pumpkin for her to carve. That October day I proposed, she met me at work and we spent the early afternoon at the Louisburg Cider Mill picking out pumpkins to carve for the year. When we finally got home, I showed Liz the smaller pumpkin I told her I wanted to carve first. The pumpkin obviously looked like it had already been carved out from the bottom despite my best efforts to superglue it together, so I made up the ridiculous story of how it was a charity raffle where random prizes were inside the pumpkin. I watched anxiously as Liz started to carve out the pumpkin outside. As she was digging through the contents of the pumpkin (don’t worry, the ring was in a bag), I noticed Liz was starting to fling some of the pumpkin contents off our fourth-floor balcony. I’m sure Liz’s suspicions were at an all-time high since I frantically jumped in to make sure she didn’t throw the ring over. Once she got to the bottom of the pumpkin, she emptied out the shiny, crumpled up plastic bag from the pumpkin. As she began asking about what fell out of the pumpkin, I was already on my knee trying to search for and get out all the words I wanted to say to her in that moment. As I gracefully fumbled my words, Liz turned to me and asked me with the biggest smile on her face if I had something to ask her?
This time, I wasn’t asking if she wanted free printing.
In a way, I offered her free printing for life.