As all true love stories begin, ours began drunk at a bar...

While exchanging pleasantries and trying to get to know one another... we discovered a fateful connection. Stephen's aunt was Georgia's professor. Not just any professor, but the MAIN professor for her degree. Stephen called her Aunt Sue, Georgia called her mentor. This small world discovery was purely jaw dropping.

Poker nights, euchre marathons, bar adventures, and drunken bonfires, Georgia was adopted by Stephen's close friends and they began to feel like family.

They say distance is hard, and man are they right. As time progressed, the distance grew. Physically moving further and further a part but we took the opportunity to grow as individuals and as partners From 3.4 miles living in same city (Erie, PA) to 153 miles apart (Erie to Pittsburgh, PA) to 544 miles (Erie to Plymouth, NH) to 3088 miles across the country, (Plymouth to Vancouver, WA) Then Stephen was given the opportunity to reside in sunny southern California. When time came, Georgia took the jump and moved across the country to join Stephen. The two of us had to make sure we still liked each other if we lived in the same zip code... We did...

We all have our own stories while the world was shut down. Fortunately for us, we grew even closer. We never tired of one another's company (at least idt so... Georgia here, writing this) while cooped up inside our home. But, I feel like its a safe assumption since Stephen stole a Friendsgiving celebration to pop THE BIG QUESTION. As some may know, I hate surprises, so when he started acting weird and secretive I figured something was up...