We were supposed to meet much earlier on a double date, however, Rob's wingman had difficulty squaring away even his own date with Julie's friend. As a consequence, we did not meet until the lead up to a deployment to Afghanistan. We kept running into each other and it just so happened that Rob kept running out of floss. Every time he did, he had to go back to see the Brigade Dentist (me); and the rest is history...

We made a trip to Europe during the summer of 2017. Agenda included: Barcelona, Marseilles, Nice, and Cinque Terre. It was our first evening in Barcelona and our plan was to watch the water show at the Magic Fountain of Montjuic, which happened to occur during sunset. We had been taking only selfies thus far on the trip so Rob insisted that we ask someone to take our photo with the water show in the background. He eagerly set off to find a stranger to take our photo. The kind stranger took our photo and just as I was stepping away to retrieve the camera back from him, Rob said, "wait, one more!" As I began to pose again for the second photo, Rob went down on one knee, at which point I was thinking, "why are you tying your shoes right now?!" Suddenly, he pulled out a box from under his slacks, inside his sock. He opened the box (in it was the exact ring from my pinterest board!) and asked me to marry him. Left speechless... he had to wait for my answer... I said yes!