Love is beautiful

This is where we write something cheesy about destiny and how we could have never met, but just so happened that we both decided to be in the same place at the same time . . . but there’s sure to be someone out there that’s lactose intolerant, so we’ll spare you all.

Mike likes to think it’s all his doing that we met, being that it was at one of his concerts, but it was kind of a random thing that either of us was even there. Lori was on myspace searching for bands to photograph when she ran across the guitarist of Mike’s band. She messaged him about coming out and taking live photos at their upcoming show. Of course he’d want a pretty girl to be there with a camera, all rock stars are arrogant, even the little ones. So she showed up to take pictures and hopefully talk them into paying her, but Daniel (as usual) just randomly decided to show up.

Our first date was at the High Museum, where even spinning in circles won’t help you “get” some of the art.  Daniel proposed in Piedmont Park, after rambling on about loving Lori more than his car and air and peanut-butter.

Now we’re married!  We live in Atlanta, have two devil cats named Ringo and Stevie (Nicks), cook awesome vegetarian food because of Daniel, and watch lots of movies.   Daniel works with phones and computers, and Lori makes dirty houses sparkle like lame vampires in the sun.  O, Lori also takes awesome pictures, you should totally pay her to take yours!