So, here's how it's going to happen...

November 3rd, 2016. 9:33pm. A deserted street in Cambridge, Massachussets (near the Harvard Law School campus, of course). The cobblestones are coated with a clean sheet of thin ice, and lightly dusted with the beginnings off Winter's first snowfall. A beautiful, stylishly-if-impracticably-clad young woman in her mid-20's makes her way across the darkened campus.
Her serendipidous encounter with a particularly treacherous patch of ice proved more fortunate for her eternal happiness than for her Jimmy Choo high heels.

November 3rd, 2016. 9:33pm. Just a blocks away...a ruggedly handsome 28-year-old steps off the curb outside of the Cambridge Private Hospital and begins making his way back home through the light snowfall. As he passes his alma mater, Harvard Medical School, he notices a beautiful young woman as she steps off of the curb just ahead of him, and onto the cobblestoned road. She looks distracted. Her arms are laden with books, and her strides are long and brisk-full of purpose and intent. A law student, no doubt. He nods as he mentally confirms his hypothesis, noting that Harvard Law was just around the corner from where they both currently walked. As these thoughts surfaced in his consciousness, a small yelp broke the silent scene and he watched the woman struggle to regain balance after an encounter with a small patch of ice. She twisted awkwardly and rather humorously in her attempts, but gravity got the best of her, and she fell backward in the snow. He, being the chilvarous English doctor that he was, immediately jogged forward, and knelt beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked in a rich british accent. He looked down at the woman, expecting to see a stranger, but was instead surprised to see a familiar face--made moreso by the laughter shaping its features.

And it was there--in that very moment--that Abby Wells turned to face the man who would very soon become her eternal companion.

She was hurt. That was made obvious by the odd angle at which the bones in her ankle were jutting. Yet the doctor couldn't help but smile at her good humor. The sight of him stifled her laughter, and as his old BYU buddy looked up at him with a surprised smile, he couldn't help but laugh. They exchanged greetings and laughed as he examined her bruised and swollen foot. The long-lost best friends met at the traditional tunnel-singing event at BYU several years earlier, and had been inseparable up until his mission. (Singing: one of his many talents). He returned from his mission in Thailand and immediately left for medical school in Cambridge, MA. Between missions, field studies, and the medical school 3,000 miles away, the once-inseparable friends (friends and only friends, I might add...absolutely NO previous romantic interest) had grown apart. And yet, here they were: now a second-year law student, and a third-year Medical resident...reconnecting in this peculiar setting. This time around, however, romantic sparks are present; and the two find themselves enthralled in one another.

They spend Thanksgiving at his family's chateau in the South of France. His mother and his siblings simply adore her, and his father is immensely impressed with her international experiences and life accomplishments. She is soon a favorite among everyone in the household--a status that makes him fall that much more deeply in love with her. Christmas is spent with her family in Arizona. His charming and humorous personality instantly capture the hearts of her friends and family, and his inherent Christlike interest in others is unequivocal in anyone she's ever known.

The intensity of their relationship flourishes as they each continue their studies in law and medicine. The engagment occurs in April. He surprises her with a weekend-visit to Provo to visit her old friends. The night they arrive, she is blind-folded and lead to a darkened tunnel...he whispers Spanish poetry into her ear.

The ring is an antique--a family heirloom as it turns out... passed down through several generations. He slips it onto her finger, and a question is asked. All she can do is smile through joyful tears as he holds her close in his capable arms.

They are married on the 14th of October in the Mesa, Arizona temple. They honeymoon in Santorini, Greece.

He found a high-paying job as a neurosurgeon in Cambridge as she finished her final year of law school. Upon graduation, she was immediately hired by one of the twenty six law firms who offered her partner positions, and the couple found themselves living in Manhattan as she practiced International Adoption Law and worked for the UN as a senior advisor in International Development. He worked as a Neurosurgeon for a private hospital in Manhattan. After two years in New York, they are both transferred to London, England. Shortly after the move, they expect their first of six children. Abby quits her jobs, and devotes herself to motherhood. After twelve years in London, they decide to return to the states, and they eventually settle in Boston, Massachussets and Mesa, Arizona. They spend their summers living in Uganda where they run a seasonal clinic. He offers medical assistance to the natives, and she conducts research and runs a small school.

AND....they live happily ever after :)