A Star is Born
May 14, 2009
The Critics are Raving...
"The most eagerly awaited sequel ever!"
Announcing Amadeus Einstein Garr
April 23, 2007
Okay, that's not really her name.
Although I haven't installed a CribCam, I can share these photos:
Katherine’s first thought (at 20 minutes old)
Katherine’s first exposure to the color that would soon come to dominate her life
I've got her in the palm of my hand (and she has me wrapped around her finger)
First comes love, then comes marriage...
March 10, 2007
Dave frantically prepares for an offline responsibility
Elizabeth is pregnant! She's having a girl around April 1st (this is no joke). (Her belly has grown considerably since the above photo.) I suggested to Elizabeth that we ask the readers of this blog to vote on names and that we go with the peoples' choice. Unfortunately Elizabeth doesn't have as much faith in the wisdom of crowds as I do, so she didn't feel comfortable with that strategy.
“You had me at www”
August 03, 2006
All dressed up and (finally) somewhere to go
DaveLovesElizabeth.com was fortunate enough to win a Webby Award (thanks to everyone who voted). So Elizabeth and I went to New York City for the Webby Award ceremony. The Webbys famously limit acceptance speeches to five words. At the ceremony, CNN interviewed us and asked Elizabeth what her speech would have been (if she'd had the chance to give one). Her response: "You had me at www." CNN liked that so much that they aired her comment. My acceptance speech was, "I proposed, Elizabeth said…" and then I pointed to her in the audience and she yelled out, "Yes!"
To cap off the ceremony, Prince performed solo. While nearly everyone else was on their feet, Arianna Huffington, who was at the table next to us, was madly typing away at her PDA. A blogger's work, apparently, is never done.
Prince’s performance ended abruptly as he suddenly chucked his guitar back over his head with a crash and raced off to a waiting limousine. One problem: apparently it was not his guitar. As Elizabeth and I were leaving, we passed two anxious-looking Webby workers and heard one say, "I can't believe it--we rented that guitar for him for $4,000. Who's going to pay for it?"
She is woman, hear me snore
May 02, 2006
I received many emails about my snoring problem, with all kinds of advice. The most common suggestion was Breathe Right strips. They might work for mild snorers--but they didn't work for me.
Like a lot of people, I snore when I'm on my back. So if I could force myself to sleep on my side, my snoring should decrease. My doctor told me that one technique for doing this is to sew a tennis ball to the back of my pajama top.
So I tried it. Unfortunately, the tennis ball didn't stop me...Elizabeth said that I just kept sleeping on my back.
"Okay, I'll just try a bigger ball."
So we taped a softball to my back. Unfortunately the outcome was the same: I was oblivious to the softball and kept turning onto my back and snoring.
Now we (mainly Elizabeth) are getting desperate. So we took it to the next level and fastened a soccer ball to my back with duct tape.
He shoots, he snores
A snore loser
The result? It may be hard to believe, but I'm still snoring. How is that possible? Well, my body apparently yearns to lay on its back, and so I end up sleeping at a 45 degree angle...still a snoring beauty.
The next step? I'm investigating surgery to put an end to this snore war.
March 28, 2006
Sunset at Wailea, Maui
In an effort to prevent saccharine overload in anyone reading DaveLovesElizabeth.com, I'll record for you what went wrong during our honeymoon:
And some things that went wrong from Elizabeth's perspective:
Other than that, the honeymoon was blissful.
And I am loving married life.
March 22, 2006
Newly wedded at Menlo Park Presbyterian Church
From my (misty-eyed) perspective, the wedding could not have been better.
Beforehand, I had worried about how I could keep a smile plastered on my face during the ceremony and photo session. (I'm not good at generating camera-ready smiles.) It wasn't a problem. I became so caught up in the experience that I wasn't worried about anything. When the organ began playing the "Wedding March" and I saw Elizabeth for the first time in her gown, I was overwhelmed with joy. She looked so beautiful that I began crying with thankfulness. And I was crying hard. (But I didn't wipe my eyes, trying to avoid drawing attention to the tears)(although I was told afterwards that it was obvious).
Here are the wedding photos (more than anyone—except my mom—would ever want to see).
Thanks to Collin Lim for taking the photos.
What's happened since the proposal
December 08, 2005
Attempting to kiss our way through wedding planning stress
Thanks (to family and friends...and to others who took the time to write) for being so encouraging to Elizabeth and me. Let me answer the three questions that I'm sure are keeping you up at night:
She said "Yes"!
October 26, 2005
Elizabeth accepted my proposal with a "Yes" and a hug.
We celebrate after getting engaged.
Family and friends:
After visiting the previous DaveLovesElizabeth.com pages, Elizabeth left the computer and walked to the room where we first met, and we sat in the same seats. I asked her if she would marry me, and she said "Yes."
Woo-hoo! Yes, oh yes!
Then, after taking some photos, we went to Half Moon Bay where we walked on the beach and had a wonderful dinner.
How she was lured to DaveLovesElizabeth.com
October 26, 2005
Our parents and her grandfather held the banner...
...until Elizabeth turned around.
Here's what happened earlier in the day:
A few words from the (very surprised, very happy) bride-to-be
October 26, 2005
A(nother) gift from Dave: "You are going to need these."
Needless to say, I was—and still am—fairly overwhelmed by the whole experience. I knew that Dave was working on something for me; initially he called it my “Birthday Present,” but when my birthday came and went, it morphed into being known as “The Project.” Thanks to Dave’s vigilance at maintaining the mystery, and a few ground rules (I was allowed to ask questions, but he wasn’t necessarily going to answer them; I was never allowed to look even in the direction of his computer screen), “The Project” remained a tightly-held secret. I had no idea he was creating a website.
I had my own (secret) hopes that “The Project” was a proposal, but Dave kept throwing me off the scent. But on “The Day” I did have a few positive clues: he’d asked me to dress up for an all-day extravaganza; he took me to the site of our first date (nostalgia—a good sign!); and, once there, he ate only about two bites of his meal.
From there, everything became a bit of a whirlwind: the surprise of seeing our parents and my grandfather with the banner; hustling off to the church and not knowing what was next. As I went through the website, waves of various emotions coursed through me (shock, happiness, awe, nostalgia, gratitude)—resulting in me frequently requesting more tissue. (Crying is not an unfamiliar activity for me—just ask Dave.) I couldn’t quite take it all in, but as I was poring over the rap video/slide show/map/card section, it suddenly occurred to me that Dave must be waiting for me somewhere. I clicked on to the final page and found out where—and why. That’s when it all became crystal clear—“This is IT!,” I realized (perhaps somewhat delinquently—but hey, I was in an emotional haze).
I can’t remember exactly what we each said during the actual proposal; but I am very clear on how it felt and the intensity with which we were looking at and speaking to each other. I also remember that after answering with a whole-hearted “Yes!,” I wanted to kiss him, so I got down on my knees too—and then thought, “Is this strange that we’re both down here on our knees, kissing?!?”
At the risk of sounding too fairly-tale-ish, the rest of the day (at the beach) continued to feel magical. It was wonderful to have all that time to just be together, and talk about the day, our relationship, and our life together. And, of course, I had my turn: after he had worked so hard to ask me “the” question, I peppered him with lots and lots of questions: how did you do this, when were you doing that, etc. It was a perfect day—the best day of my life—and I did not want it to end.
If only I had the skills, I would create my own website: ElizabethLovesDave.com. But the operative words there are "if only." (I bought that domain name just in case, but don't waste your time visiting it any time soon.) Short of a full-blown website, suffice to say that I am very happy and grateful to get to spend the rest of my life with Dave.
Where should we go on our honeymoon?
October 26, 2005
Elizabeth and I have talked about:
Elizabeth would prefer a location that has no web access.
If you have a honeymoon recommendation, would you be willing to write it in the “Comments” below? Thank you.
What people are saying about Dave's proposal
October 26, 2005
Hey! This is your chance to be creative (and mock me). Please feel free to add another "quote" in the Comments.