Let's celebrate!

My coworkers and I had a longstanding joke of sending anonymous potato grams to friends, significant others, and even our boss . (Thanks, Shark Tank for the ingenious idea.) One night, I subbed on my friend's volleyball league. The same friend who had just received a lovely potato gram courtesy of yours truly. After the game, we were sitting around the table with a group of friends laughing at the potato story. Matt was also sitting at the table. Though I didn't know him at the time, we had plenty of mutual friends. To make a long story short, two days later an anonymous potato gets delivered to my office with the message "I'm tired of being a spec-tator, let's go on a date!" Who can say no to carbs? The rest is history!

Matt had given my roommates and I tickets to the St. Louis Symphony as a girl's night out gift. Little did I know that while we were away at the symphony, he was redecorating my bedroom with hundreds of Christmas lights and candles. My roommates were in on his plan and keeping him updated with my every move. They somehow convinced me that we should go home and change clothes first before going out for a few drinks. I walk into my room, glowing with light and smelling like a vanilla wonderland, while my favorite band Johnnyswim is playing in the background. Matt starts handing me potatoes, each with a handwritten love note on them. (We've come full circle since our first date). With Scooter's assistance, Matt gets down on one knee with the last potato asking me to marry him. Again, how can you say no to carbs??