We’re getting married!

It was the weekend of Valentine’s Day—or as Texans will remember it, Snowvid. That weekend marked the big freeze. It was Saturday night, and I had just arrived at my friend Zoey's house in Comfort. As soon as I walked in the door, she ran up to me and said, “Hey, Devin is coming over too. He’ll be here after his tattoo appointment.” I looked at her, confused. “Who?” “Devin… Zac’s best friend. You’ve met him!” I shook my head and replied, “No, I only know Ray, but that’s fine.” As time passed, we sat on the couch watching a movie. Suddenly, the front door opened, and in walked Devin. Zoey introduced us, and he shook my hand. I couldn’t stop looking at him. When he sat down on the couch and took off his jacket, I noticed his arms were covered in tattoos. I wasn’t usually attracted to men with tattoos, but he intrigued me. All night, I kept glancing at him. Eventually, it was time for me to leave since it was starting to freeze, and I had an hour's drive in my dad’s truck. As I stepped outside, he was staring out the window and he told Zoey, “I’m gonna marry into your family.” She was confused and replied, “What? That’s not my sister; she’s my friend!” Devin then repeated, “Well, I’m marrying her.” If you ask him now, he’ll say he doesn’t remember much from that night other than my butt. Now, four years later, we are getting ready to say, “I do!”