Lucky for me - Murph became friends with people from my hometown and that's where our intro started. Buckeye games and college friend gatherings, our paths crossed here and there throughout the years. In October 2016, I moved to Clintonville and my sly friends (who plotted this whole matchmaking thing) decided to let Murph know that I had moved down the street and that I was recently single. To my surprise (and my sister's because she was dog sitting for me at the moment), he came to my place and invited Chief and I for dinner with some neighbors. I nervously accepted. The night was just what I needed and I even got a landscaper out of it (Dan offered to help with all of my yard work). It didn't take long for us to realize we really enjoyed spending time together and the rest is history!

For my 30th birthday, Murph took me to New Orleans. After a slight flight delay and some unplanned rain, he was itching to show me Jackson Square before our late dinner reservation at one of his favorite spots because the charbroiled oysters were calling his name (or maybe he had a ring in his pocket). As we approached the square, the park was closed for the night and put a snag in his plans to walk the park. No matter, he quickly grabbed my hand and walked towards St. Louis Cathedral where tourists and fortune tellers were all around. After sharing why he brought me to this place, he got to one knee and asked if I would spend the rest of my life with him. Of course I said yes and we spent the weekend celebrating in New Orleans with great food, adventures and meeting new friends.