We’ve technically known each other forever—our dads were high school buddies who never grew out of their bromance. So naturally, Braydon and I were always around each other growing up. But it was one of those "Hey, how’s life? Cool, see ya in another 5 years” kind of friendships. Then came that summer in June. A day of sunshine, family, and fate… and also, the day my dad’s side-by-side decided to quit on life. That’s when I (Sami) was forced to ride with Braydon. All. Day. Long. At first, I thought, “Great. This is going to be awkward.” But then… we started talking. And didn’t stop. Braydon claims he knew that ride was different because I didn’t try to jump out halfway through. (Which, honestly, fair.) After that, we couldn’t stop talking. I was living in Boise, he was in Columbus, but we kept it going. Our first “official” date? A full weekend camping trip in West Yellowstone. Romantic, right? Nothing says “I see long-term potential” like no showers, questionable campfire meals, and Braydon pretending he could fish. Spoiler: he cannot. Eventually, his parents offered me a job at Stillwater Excavating (they claim I help with the bidding and estimating, but let’s be honest—I was probably a personality hire), and I moved back to Montana. By then, we were completely wrapped up in each other—the kind of love that feels easy, steady, and like coming home. But it wasn’t just Braydon I fell for. I fell in love with his girls, too—instantly. They welcomed me with open arms and big hearts, and our bond grew fast. We spent our days building a life together, laughing at the little things, and soaking up every moment with his two beautiful daughters—who we now get to hang out with, spoil, and love like crazy. It wasn’t just the two of us anymore, and honestly, that made it even better. Then came January 2, 2025. We were on a family vacation in Florida when Braydon got down on one knee and proposed—right there with the people we love most surrounding us. I said yes, obviously. Because when you know, you know… and also because he had the ring, our families were watching, and I wasn’t about to pass up a Florida engagement moment. So here we are—proof that sometimes all it takes is a broken-down ride, a questionable camping trip, two beautiful daughters and a whole lot of laughs to find the person you’re meant to do life with.