It all started on the Bloomingdale Golf Course...I had been the cart girl for a few months, and Josh would always buy a jack and coke just so he could give a little tip for bringing his own beer on the course. He was just another golfer, I was just another cart girl. Jump ahead to a night out to O'Briens with my gal pals, Josh stumbled across me and shouted that he knew me as the cart girl, I kindly rejected both drink offers he made that night haha. About a month later on a Sunday afternoon, Josh and a couple buddies were on the course. I pulled aside while they tee'd off on 8, Chad sliced his so bad that I started laughing. We got to chatting and I mentioned the night at O'Briens. Josh saw this as an opportunity to try to get my digits, but it backfired in the moment. I told them it was my last call for the day and that I would have their tickets ready for them at the clubhouse. On the way back, I decided to take a chance and leave my number on Josh's receipt. I figured any guy who would try 3 times to get my number deserved a shot. He called that night and the rest is history.

I had a suspicion 1/8/18 would be the day, as we were scheduled to have maternity photos taken. I had given him a few "Rules" for a proposal a while back, so this opportunity met them all 1. Not on a holiday (too cliche) 2. Documented somehow (memories have a way of fading/changing and I wanted this one to last). 3. My nails had to be done (this honestly was the most difficult to achieve as I rarely have them done haha) We got about 3/4 of the way through the shoot and nothing, so I had put the possibly out of my mind. About 10 minutes later he reaches into his pocket and gets on one knee.