On a snowy day at Boonesboro Golf Course, thanks to some mutual friends (and a lack of proper gear) we found ourselves flying down the hills on container lids, laughing until our faces hurt. Somewhere between the tumbles, the snowflakes, and the racing, we noticed each other. From that very first adventure, we knew we'd found a partner who was not only up for the ride, but also made every moment just a little bit brighter.
A while later, on a rooftop lit with string lights instead of snowflakes, we took another leap. This time, there were no sleds. Just a nervous grin and a "Will you be my girlfriend?" That day, a new adventure began. The rest is history!