Brian and I met in our high school marching band program. I remember admiring his skill and confidence as I observed him playing next to me. When recounting my day to my parents, I’d find myself talking about him without realizing. Soon enough, I was learning how to solve a Rubix Cube in an effort to find a reason to stir up conversation. Although I never learned how to completely solve one, my efforts were not wasted.

One day I decided I was sick of the discomfort that my silly crush on Brian was inflicting upon me. I told my dad that I was going to confess to him in an effort to finally let go of my feelings and move on. He told me I couldn’t because “the boy is supposed to make the first move.” Oh, did that stir a fire in my belly! I devised an elaborate plan in which I’d confess by note the day before my family and I would go on a week-long cruise! On the morning of November 17th, 2017, I put on my favorite earrings and had my mother drive me to a gas station on the way to school. I picked up a honey bun— the only snack I knew he liked— and stuck a note I wrote that morning onto the back of it. Upon arriving to school, I marched my way over to the percussion studio and knocked on the door. As expected, a sleepy Brian opened the door. I ARTICULATELY declared that the honey bun was for him (although Brian insists I screamed gibberish at him), whipped around, and dashed out of the building. Well, the plan backfired! He ended up finding my number through a mutual friend, and here we are planning to be wed 8 years after that fateful day!