Hope and Drew met in a creative writing class in college, and for those who know Drew, that’s the last place you'd expect to find him! He needed a gen-ed credit and asked his advisor for the easiest class. Hope almost dropped it herself, but since it counted toward her major, she stuck with it. Each week, they wrote stories and workshopped them in class. On the first day, Hope noticed a cute boy sitting in front of her but assumed he probably had a girlfriend and quickly brushed it off. Many of Drew’s stories were about baseball, fighting fires, or pulling calves—very on brand. He could beat her in almost any sport, but writing? Not so much. That became clear when their professor pulled his story onto the board to read aloud—and it was covered in red ink, highlighting all the errors he’d fixed. They spent about three months simply exchanging smiles and eye contact across the room before Hope finally worked up the courage to friend him on Instagram—hoping he’d take the hint. He didn’t. A few more weeks of hallway smiles and door-holding passed before she ranted to her roommates, who convinced her to add him on Snapchat. Within thirty seconds, he added her back and started a conversation. Later, Hope learned Drew had been searching for her on Snapchat every day, but he kept spelling her last name wrong (spelling wasn’t exactly his strong suit). Not long after, he asked her out—to a horror movie. She hated horror movies, but she really liked him, so she said yes. The night before Drew left for Thanksgiving break, he asked if he could stop by on his way out of town so she could look over a history paper he wrote before he turned it in. Of course she said yes—he needed all the grammar help he could get! She spent over an hour proofreading, fixing every little detail. When she reached the last sentence, it read: “Oh yeah, I was also wondering if you would go out with me?” That kid didn’t need her to proofread his paper. He had already turned it in! He was just trying to ask her to be his girlfriend. She said yes, and the rest is history. Flash forward two years. The pasture became their favorite place—whether they were watching the sunset or chasing coyotes. One chilly May evening, Drew suggested they go for a ranger ride to catch the sunset, but this ride was different from the others. When they reached their favorite hill—the same spot where he’d once given her his sweet mom Michelle’s pearl ring—Drew set up a little picnic. He said he was going to grab an extra blanket from the ranger, but instead, he returned with a ring and got down on one knee. She obviously said yes. And just like that, their next chapter began.