We met playing on the same kickball team, after Sara had been recruited to basically pick flowers in the outfield and Jake was recruited because... you know, athleticism. As friends first, we were able to have so much fun together, playing in kickball tournaments, singing embarrassing karaoke at Soho Tavern (Sara, not Jake - his rendetion of Bawitidaba is enough to bring a tear to the eye) and going to as many concerts as we could. Our first date was actually to see the band Chvrches perform in Ybor, even though Sara didn't know it was a date and mayyyyy have brought Megan along on our first date. Sorry, Jakey! Our first *official* date (without any friends in tow) was to BT and Ciro's Speakeasy... and we've never looked back.

On 5/3/19 Jake asked Sara to a date night. This wouldn't normally be anything to get too excited about, since every night is date night when you live together, right? Once Jake finally let it slip where they were going out though, Sara had a sneaking suspicion that something was up. Like something out of a Julia Roberts-level rom-com, Jake recreated their first date - complete with Vietnamese food from BT and cocktails at Ciro's. (They even sat in the same seats at the restaurant, even though that part was a total fluke.) Just when Sara started to think her imagination had gone a little wild, they got home and as Sara was opening up some wine, Jake went down on one knee - with Maggie sitting obediently at his side. Sara cried. Jake said some sweet things between laughs and the rest, as they say, is history.