Our love story began the way all great romances do: on Hinge. Specifically, when Normand responded to Ashley's carrier pigeon prompt by actually researching where one might acquire a carrier pigeon. Romance, but make it oddly impressive. The first date came with one very clear condition: Normand would only go out that night if Ashley was willing to watch the Mavericks playoff game. She agreed -- because love is compromise, and also because playoff games are sacred. True to form, Normand arrived like a complete gentlemen-- cowboy boots and all. He picked Ashley up, got out of the car, and opened the door for her. Somewhere about halfway down the street, Ashley -- doing a quick mental risk assessment -- casually asked if his plan for the evening was to murder her, since he had, you know, picked her up himself. Fortunately, he did not. And as it turned out, Normand liked what he saw at first sight -- a lot. So when the sports bar was far too crowded, he made the ultimate sacrifice: skipping the playoff game altogether. Instead, they headed to Sixty Vines, where basketball gave way to easy laughter, and the kind of conversation that makes time disappear. What started as a Hinge match turned into a partnership built on humor, curiosity, and showing up -- sometimes with chivalry, sometimes with sports schedules, always with intention. And thankfully, no carrier pigeons (or crimes) were involved--just two people who found their person and never looked back. Then came the ultimate grand gesture. Picture this: Niagara Falls, fireworks bursting overhead like it was the Fourth of July's flashiest cousin, and a misty spray requiring very chic blue ponchos. Normand channeling his inner romantic hero, got down on one knee. Ashley, said yes to the guy who went from witty carrier pigeon banter to cowboy boots to a lifetime promise--all in one epic love story.