By Jason: For our first real date, Mollie took me to a paint-your-own ceramics studio. After an hour of careful deliberation, Mollie chose a treasure box shaped like a castle citing her love of fantasy novels and because it could serve a practical purpose as a repository for her stash of dark chocolates. I chose a set of salt and pepper shakers shaped like pigs because they were funny looking.
Two years later, I brought the ever-thoughtful Mollie back to the studio and asked her to marry me.
By Mollie: When did I know that Jason was “The One?”…
When I broke my ankle in a freak roller-skating accident three years ago, my family transported me to San Diego and nursed me back to health. Before the surgery, my parents didn’t know about Jason. After two weeks of quickly hobbling to my room after dinner to giggle on the phone with someone for an hour each night, it didn’t take them long to catch on to Jason’s existence.
As an endorphin junky and workaholic, not being able to walk took a toll on my mood. It was rather inconsiderate to break my ankle only 5 months into our relationship and during his worst year of residency, but Jason still brought me food every night and never once complained about my disheveled-ness (probably because his sleepless hospital hours left him in an equally disturbing state of hygiene). His first precious Saturday off, Jason packed my bag, loaded my knee scooter into the car, and declared that we were going on a field trip. I hadn’t left my apartment/lab circuit in two weeks, and my heart was racing with excitement as we pulled up to… his house. Jason and his housemates adopted me for the weekend. We watched movies on a TV (which my apartment lacked) and ate dinner made in a real kitchen (which my apartment also lacked) while Jason did all of my laundry. To me, it was Paris (but in sweat pants): a beautiful get-away with the incredibly thoughtful man I realized I loved.
Jas continues to lift my spirits on a daily basis with his thoughtfulness and incredible sense of humor.
By Jason: When did I know that Mollie was "The One"...
I knew Mollie was special from early on, but as I started introducing her to all the people from my life before we met, I began to notice a pattern: Mollie would go to the bathroom and in those couple of minutes alone with a friend, they would invariably start gushing — "she's amazing," "she's 'The One'," "she makes you so happy," "don't screw this one up!"I am continually trying not to screw this one up and I think it's going pretty well so far!