#ItsWillyHappening

We met on Match.com and from the very first message, it felt like we had known each other forever. Our conversations were nonstop—so much so that we ended up texting across multiple platforms just to keep the momentum going. Our first date? During Hurricane Beryl, at an Astros game. Classic us—chaotic, unforgettable, and filled with laughter. From the moment I saw him, I knew I was in trouble—the kind of trouble that looks a lot like a future husband. From that day on, we were inseparable. Not a single day went by without seeing each other. Just three months in, I somehow convinced him to spend three weeks with me in Europe. (He said yes without hesitation—brave, right?) That trip sealed it for us. Through all the adventures, deep conversations, and everyday moments, we just knew. Eight months later, Ryan proposed—and the rest is history in the making. People are always shocked when they hear how “new” our relationship is. They ask if we’ve been together for years or already have kids. We just smile—because when you know, you know.