I was caught by surprise when I walked into karaoke on a cold Wednesday night in late 1997. There was a beautiful woman, Missy, standing on stage singing her heart out. I knew she was someone who would make a difference in my life. I just didn’t know how much of a difference she would make. We quickly found out how much we seemed to have in common and became good friends.

Over the course of the next several months we both felt a stronger attraction towards each other, but didn’t realize the other felt the same way. Our friends kept telling us we were meant to be together. I didn’t believe it because “She couldn’t possibly feel that way about me”.  Little did I know, she was saying the same thing to her friends. We found ourselves starting to spend more time with each other “as friends”.

Fate must have grown tired of waiting for us. We chased each other around karaoke every Wednesday night playing hard to get with each other. We were the only ones who didn’t see the real connection. My roommate, at the time, moved back to Missouri to finish his college education. I needed a roommate, and Missy needed a change of scenery from where she was. Therefore, in late Spring of  1998, she moved in with me. In a matter of days, we realized what everyone else had been telling us. We were crazy about each other, and madly in love. It was the beginning of July.

The next 6 months flew by and we felt like we had been together forever (in a good way). She got along great with my family, as I did with hers. Christmas would be the day to ask her parents’ for their permission to marry their daughter. They were overjoyed and welcomed me to the family with open arms.

Missy and I had discussed how I would never propose to “the one” on a day that was already special in it’s own way. January 6th had no significance until 1999. It was a Wednesday and we set out for another night of karaoke with friends. This Wednesday was different, though because there were plenty of family members there as well as more friends than usual. Missy was the only one who didn’t know what was going to happen.

The D.J., Bill, was a good friend of ours so he was honored when I asked him to hold the ring for me until I was ready for “the moment”. The time had come. Bill called me up to sing and I asked Missy to sit in a chair at the front of the stage. My right hand shook uncontrollably as I held the microphone, while I had the ring in my left. I sang “I Cross My Heart” by George Strait, which had become “our song”. When the song was over, I moved toward her on bended knee, took her hand and asked her to spend the rest of her life with me as the entire room, filled with people who watched our relationship grow, went silent.

She said yes, leaned forward to give me a huge teary hug, and the place erupted in cheers and applause.

We were married April 29, 2000. Bill was our D.J. for the reception, and once again, I sang to her: “In all the world, you’ll never find… A love as true … as mine”. I couldn’t imagine the rest of my life without my best friend.

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