One weekend in 2022, my brother visited before heading to Japan for his Air Force assignment. Jordan mentioned his “friend” was in town and wanted to join us. I’d just moved into my apartment and happily offered to host, clueless about what was coming. Then the door opened, and in walked the love of my life—with a pizza in hand. The rest, as they say, is history.

In July 2023, the night before he proposed, he suggested we start our fitness journey with an early morning run. At 7 a.m., we jogged Path 400 behind my Buckhead condo, enjoying the crisp morning air. When we returned, sweaty and unsuspecting, I walked into the house only to find him on one knee, ready to ask the big question.