Welcome to the Rest of Our Lives!

As most good love stories start these days, we met on Tinder. It was November of 2020, in the height of the Covid-19 pandemic, and I, Jeanette, had stopped putting any real effort into dating, deciding that whatever happened would happen. And then, the night of November 30th, he messaged me. We exchanged numbers that night and spent hours talking, even though I had work early the next day. Little did I know at that point that I was talking to my future husband. Since that day, we have not gone a single day without exchanging at least basic good morning and goodnight texts, though it's usually much more.

We were in Stockbridge, MA, in the Berkshires, for a birthday weekend away. We had visited the previous year and loved it, and there were things we hadn't gotten to do, so we figured, why not go again. I obtained tickets to the Naumkeag Pumpkin Show, and throughout the walk, I knew he was planning on doing it that night--I saw the outline of the ring box in his pocket, and we had already planned a handful of things anyways--and the whole time I kept thinking how nice of a spot this would be, this is secluded, oh this woman offered to take pictures of us so he could do it now. We ended up finishing the walk, which was very fun and very long, and he still hadn't proposed. It wasn't until we got all the way back to my car, were sitting in it and buckled, that he asked me to be his "forever baconator." Of course I said yes, I had been anticipating this since April, when he told me he bought the ring! We waited until the next day to tell anyone, since it was too late and dark to get good photos and we were tired. And now here we are, getting ready for the wedding of our dreams!