We met on Coffee Meets Bagels, an online dating app, and after a week of conversation, we decided to meet at a sports bar on St Patrick's day. Ben had the idea that we could want the Wolf Pack to play in March Madness; we didn't watch more than a few seconds of the game. We talked the whole evening... and missed the end of the game and was kicked out after the last call. After a kiss, goodnight, our luck was set.

Ben had always liked hiking, so when he brought up going to Yosemite before the season ended to get one more camping trip in, I was all for it. Along for the ride was our old neighbors, who, with all our stuff packed into Ben's Nissan, made the 5hr trip to the national park. After some motion sickness and finding a camp. We made it exploring time. We went to Glassier pointe, which was packed with people, but pictures were perfect, but then we made the two-mile hike out to Taft pointe, which had about two other people. The views were amazing with no guardrails, which didn't help Ben with his plan to take me to the edge. So instead, at a safer distance from the edge, he presented me with a book of pictures filled with pictures from the previous year and a half. When I got to the middle, a page hid a box cut into the book that held my ring. Ben then dropped to his knee and asked me to be his wife. The rest is history... I did make it out to the point that he originally planned to ask, which was beautiful and terrifying all in itself but worth the pictures.