It was Friday night, and my date for Saturday had been planned for a week.  I called my date to remind her what time I would be picking her up and discovered she couldn't make it.  I wanted to call the whole thing off because there was no way I was going to call someone on Friday night for a date the next day.  The problem, however, was that we already had bought the symphony tickets, and my double was looking forward to it.  I humbled out and decided to call Juana, a sister I had gone out with a few months before.  I was relieved that she accepted.  She later told me that she had wanted to decline, but her discipler happened to be with her when I called and encouraged her to say "yes". 

The hot dogs were great, and the music and fireworks were spectacular.  There were other fireworks going on that night however -- inside of me.  I don't know if it was the moonlight reflecting off her face or her smile as she enjoyed the music, but she amazed me.  After being a single disciple for seven years, I knew that I had found the woman for me.  I sought much advice (I didn't want to blow it), and in three months we were dating.  Ten months after that, Juana and I were standing before the altar exchanging wedding vows and having our first kiss with her daughter beside us.