Welcome to our wedding website!
Brittany's Version of Events
Being the gentleman that he is, Josh gave me a gift on our third date--one of his favorite books, Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins. It sat on my shelf for about a year and a half before I picked it up. However, once I made my way through the epic love story, I was glad I had procrastinated, as it gained more and more significance as our relationship progressed. One line in particular resonates: "The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being." These words stick with me, as they perfectly describe my feelings for Josh, which grow stronger every day since our first encounter (or second)...
We met twice for the first time. Normally I don't believe in fate, or all of that meant-to-be nonsense, but I'm still in awe that, through separate circles of friends, Josh and I managed to cross paths--and at the same bar, no less--not one, but two times. After meeting him, the feelings I had were akin to winning the lottery: a combination of excitement, disbelief, and slight fear of the unknown as I sensed that, moving forward, my life would never be the same.
And same my life is not. Aside from the obvious cross-country move to California, he has changed my life for the better in many ways, like exposing me to the true genius of Dave Matthews (no sarcasm, I swear), and introducing me to butter horns from Diamond Bakery, to name a couple.
It's not the changes he has brought on, though, that make him that irreplaceable being. It's the trips to the grocery store, or 2-hour drives in LA gridlock that feel like exciting adventures when he's next to me. More simply, everything is more fun when he's around. I can't imagine a day spent without his sense of humor, his smile, or his socks strewn in front of the front door. Josh's presence in my life is vital and I'm overcome with happiness when I think about a lifetime ahead of pizza-and-60-Minutes Sundays, future traditions not yet established, and all of the days in between.
Josh Defends Himself
The first time I saw Brittany I thought that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. But to my great regret, I never asked for her number. When we happened to meet again six months later, I made sure to correct that. And even entered my number into her phone in case she woke up the next morning with the sudden urge to call me.
She didn't call me the next day, but she did send me a Facebook friend request. I was giddy with excitement until I looked at her profile and saw that she was friends with the entire state of Michigan. Nevertheless, I decided to ask her out, hoping that she might be attracted to my mixed Parisian/Farmington Hills heritage. Because how many guys can say that they eat regularly at both the Stage Deli and Chez André.
On our first date I could tell right away that we had a unique chemistry and that she was someone special. There were no awkward pauses, no comments about the weather and certainly no stories about our favorite childhood pets. By the time the check came, I was captivated by her sharp intellect, witty humor and beautiful smile. I remember grinning from ear to ear on the cab ride home after we parted ways. I was still smiling the next morning, let's be honest - giggling like a schoolgirl - on my walk to work. People around me thought that I was crazy, but I was just over the moon.
Fast forward a couple of years to the present day and I am still head over heels for the girl. Moreover, I have fallen in love with her. Every day I marvel at her beauty and brilliance. She is the Yin to my Yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the proton to my electron. When I look at her she makes me feel the same profound joy that I felt the night after our first date. I still can't help but smile when I look at her, and I know that I will until the day I die.