I recently read a quote by some dude smarter than me who said, “We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.” Moved, I decided to share this sentiment with Sonia while here in London since I like to pretend I’m a character in a Hemingway novel.  We took the Tube outside of the city to a place called Hampstead Heath.  I made Sonia hike two miles through a park to the top of a lush green hill that overlooked the entire city. Interestingly enough, we sat to rest on a bench in front of a place called Kenwood House.  Unable to ignore the signs, I bowed down on bended knee and asked Sonia to be my wife.   Now, I know what you all are thinking, “slow down, cowboy, what’s the rush, you barely know the girl.”  Perhaps, but the heart knows no time table.  Sonia agreed.