Once upon a time in the little coastal town of St. Augustine, fate was quietly setting the stage. Matt had just moved to St. Aug from Virginia, and I had just returned home after summer break. We had some mutual friends and one night, my friends (who knew some of his friends) invited me to hang out at his house, and from the moment we met—it truly felt like love at first sight. At some point, I needed WiFi (of all things), and when Matt offered to share it with me because he didn't know the password, we realized he’d need my number first. And just like that, the first spark was lit. He even gave me his seat on the couch while we talked, standing the whole time—something about that simple gesture stuck with me. A hat on his coffee table caught my eye that said “Stone Climbing.” He told me about the new rock-climbing gym where he worked, and by the end of the night, he’d invited me to go with him. I wasn’t exactly a natural climber, but we laughed the whole time—and that was the start of us. Fast forward to June 11th, 2025. Matt suggested taking a family photo with our dog, Wenny, at the River Club in our neighborhood. When we got there, he led me into a little gazebo by the water, dropped to one knee, and asked me to marry him. From WiFi to “Will you marry me?”—that’s our love story.