It started back in 2007
the beginning of Our Story: a match made in heaven.
While I spent the summer working back east in DC,
Andrea met and hung out with my friends in AZ.
A matchmaker friend suggested I date her
(this guy's a genius, I would find out much later).
At first I said 'Jeff, you must be on crack!
Our names are so similar, that idea is so whack.'
I didn't quite say it that way to his face,
I was nicer but thought his head was in space.
It didn't take long after I met her to see
she was the best, my concern was silly.
We soon had a CPK picnic on the floor.
This was the first of what became MANY more.
We had tons of fun watching movies galore,
and later upgraded to trips to the shore.
We'd go to the the beach, lay out on the sand
and attempt not to burn, instead only to tan.
In Cali I helped her to retry cuisines
she thought that she hated, but now craves in her dreams.
That sure showed her to tell me what's what
I knew she'd be happy and thanked by her gut.
We'd have fun adventures and attempt to complete
a visit each day to a beach. No great feat.
But we'd fail each time with out sigh or regret.
We were, after all, on vacation. Why fret?
So we'd go when we could, right down to the sea,
the sky, the sun, the sand, and the breeze.
It only made sense when I asked her to be
with me forever, while down on one knee,
to go some place special she wouldn't forget
so it was down a thousand steps just after sun set.
And there in the sand was a scene made with care,
shout out to the Jamesons for driving all the way there!
Just like she wanted: flowers and candles,
she was caught in the pictures wearing her sandals.
Of course she said yes, or this blog would be stupid,
pointless, and dumb like believing in cupid.
Later we dined, bowled, and ate fro-yo.
That's how it happened, because I say so.