A little over a year later after Casey and Kristin Met, Kristin’s Dad Scott took a bike tune up class from Casey at Venture North, the non-profit bike shop Casey manages. After the first three hour class the students were packing up upstairs and Casey asked Scott Sundet for a ride home.
“Didn’t you ride your fat-bike here?” Asked Scott Palmer, Casey’s cousin. “Shut up Palmer” thought Casey.
In the car on Glenwood the conversation went like this. “Scott I want to marry your daughter.”
“Are ya sure?” Casey was beginning to see a theme. Was he sure like he didn’t know what he was getting himself into or was he sure like what the hell was taking him so long? So they went out right then and there for a celebratory beer at Cooper, a pub near to the Metropolitan Ballroom.
Later that night, with a diamond ring burning a hole in Casey’s pocket it began to snow. Kristin was flying in from a business trip and Casey waited for her in the driveway. He shoveled the April snow. Then shoveled again. Then paced tracks in the snow. Kristin drives like a really old lady when there is any snow on the ground. It would be a minute.
She rolled up to 513 Meadow Lane in Golden Valley, the house he’d fixed up for her. Kristin didn’t want to get out of the car. Heated seats on a snowy night will do that. But when she finally did she found Casey on one knee in the freshly shoveled driveway. He barely got the words out and she hopped right on that knee with that great big Norwegian smile and a kiss that said yes.
Photography: Erin Johnson Photography
