To say he was a perfectionist was an understatement. Rob was the world's biggest perfectionist, and that's why I was skeptical when we first started to plan our wedding. We had been engaged for the past month or so, when he finally decided to ask me if I wanted to start planning for the date that was just a short year away. "So I was thinking, how about we start planning our wedding?" He asked one day as I was sitting at the kitchen table, feet propped up on the chair next to me, computer on my lap, mug of tea in my hand as I went through emails and started putting in my plan for the day. Teaching 2nd grade seems really fun, and trust me it is. But it's very hard to find something that 25 7 or 8 year old children all agree on and don't complain about. Spring break had come and gone, and now it was time to get back to school. School came back in 2 days, so I was just planning stuff to do for the week. "When are you thinking about starting?" I asked and he shrugged, walking in from the kitchen and setting down the sandwich he made. He pulled out the chair my feet were on and lifted up my legs, sliding underneath them and setting them on his lap, massaging my ankles. "Put your computer on the table and we can start looking at places we might want to have it." He said and I shook my head. "No. I'm doing work." I told him firmly with no intention of stopping my work. It was something that simply had to be done, not something that could wait. The wedding was in a year, and my kids are gonna be in my classroom in 2 days. "How much could you possibly have to plan? I don't think 2nd graders are that high maintenance. It can't possibly be that hard." He chuckled. I knew he was just messing around, but it made me mad that he thought my work was easy. "Well everything comes easy to you because you have everything handed to you on a silver platter." I rolled my eyes, pulling my legs out from under his hands and grabbing my computer, walking into our room. "Babe, I­" he started. "Please, just stop. Leave me alone for a while, just go downstairs." I told him. He nodded sadly and I reached the top of the stairs, closing the door and opening up my computer. I was face to face with my background, a picture that my mother took on the day before Christmas Eve. It was a tradition in my family, every single year we all slept under the Christmas tree on December 23rd. Our flight got cancelled because of snow so we couldn't go out to see them, so we slept under our tree together. My mom, dad, and brother Lucas surprised us by flying in to see us. They flew like 90% of the way, and then drove the other couple of hours. My mom had pulled the blanket over us, and took a picture of us sleeping, noses and foreheads touching. It was a quite beautiful picture actually, one we had framed, hanging over the fireplace where the Christmas tree usually sits. Maybe I was overreacting. I could always plan my lesson tomorrow. He's finally showing interest in wedding planning, maybe I should go downstairs. I closed the lid of my laptop and picked it up, opening the door. I turned the handle but it wouldn't budge. I felt the thing in front of the door move and it pushed open. I saw Rob sitting against the wall, looking up at me. "You came back." He said and I nodded. "I can plan my lesson tomorrow. My wedding is the most important day of my life. I have to plan it at some point." I smiled and he returned the favor, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I said that your job is hard. I just want to plan the wedding so bad. I can't wait for the day I get to call you mine forever. I know your job is hard, kids are stressful, but that doesn't mean I don't want one either so don't get the idea that I don't want a kid because I do at some point. Just come downstairs and help me plan, please?" He begged and I nodded. I trudged downstairs and grabbed a blanket off of the top of the couch, wrapping it around my body. I picked up my computer and walked into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet door and stretched up to reach a bag of Swedish Fish. I jumped and I still couldn't reach. "Need help?" I heard a voice from the kitchen. "Please?" I smiled and he walked over, not even having to stretch or stand on his tip toes. "How?" I asked. "My secret. Now come here so we can plan the best day of our life."