Ryan walked into the pub for a post-shift drink, and Brooke was bartending in an Irish kilt. Ryan was wearing suspenders. He and his coworkers soon became regulars at the bar Brooke worked at, and her boss had a crush on him. Ryan left a note one night saying to call him because he ‘could never get me alone.’ I texted him 5 minutes later. The rest was history.

I got home after a long night at work, and there were candles lit everywhere. Ryan was down on one knee. The room was hot from the heat from the candles; he had been waiting a while. He asked me to be his wife, but I was completely shocked and may have said something like “seriously?”. I soon realized this is a proposal, and I whole heartedly accepted.