Daniel Bergey

A blogger is generally allowed at least one giddy post about his/her Romantic Interest. So, in the interest of proper blogging about said person, and especially since she’s now so much more than a mere Interest, the time has now come to blog extensively about Jennifer.

I’ve never mentioned Jennifer’s last name on this site, mostly out of deference to her own web anonymity. That point will shortly be moot, though, since her surname will soon become Bergey. In just under a year, to be (nearly) exact.

Yes, you heard read right. As should be patently obvious from the previous post, I asked her to marry me.

I used to be afraid that when the Lord finally showed me His choice, He’d have left something out — like maybe she’d be a musician, but couldn’t appreciate my web geekiness. Or maybe she’d love to read, but might not share any of my musical tastes. Or we’d have drastically different ideas about what a family should be like.

I shouldn’t have worried. When the Lord sets you up with your perfect match, He takes all your hopes and dreams into account. Even the little ones you didn’t think were important enough to bother with.

Neither of us were looking. I first saw her comment on this entry (don’t ever delete that post, Pau) and clicked through to aelki.com. I was intrigued by her writing style, her insight, her humor, and yes, her looks. (What on earth did she see in me? You’ll have to ask her that yourself.)

After much consultation and advice-seeking with parents — and grandparents — I shocked her by flying to her home state to ask her to dinner. I’ve been back many times. She’s been here once. We’ve talked on the phone almost every night about everything under the sun. And when my parents and I drove down to visit her family in SC earlier this month and had such a marvelous time feeling like we’d all always known each other, I knew it was something that was meant to be. So I asked her.

We’re planning to be married next January. Special thanks to Cingular, Independence Air, BrownPau, and 1800Flowers.com, so far. And of course to the One who orchestrated the whole thing.

I don’t mean to brag, and I don’t mean to gloat.
I’m not going to say stuff to capsize your boat.
I don’t mean to be tasteless and therefore I won’t.
But, see, I’ve got her, and you people don’t.

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