His Version: "It wouldn’t be a modern wedding without the two of us meeting on a dating app and thank God for it. I’d been on a few dates using a pretty curated and extremely vanilla profile that didn’t align with who I am. Obviously, those dates amounted to nothing, and that’s when I decided to be authentically goofy, express my exact desires for a partner, and let it ride. Only a day or so after that change, I connected with Cori, which makes me wonder how my vanilla profile would have otherwise landed. We might not be here today without that quick switch-up. Our first date was to a speakeasy, and without realizing it, that location would be a great litmus test of how balanced we were as goofballs and romantics. We both arrived in our Hawaiian shirts, which was a great indication that the goofiness wasn’t localized to an online persona. One thing to mention before I go any further (which may come as a shock to many who know me) is that I actually arrived early for once in my life. Clearly, there was some magic in the air from the jump. We chatted, laughed, and even got kicked out of our table for being there too long (and only having one drink each). We migrated to a standing table to finish our conversation that was impossibly difficult to hear. Subject matter aside (mainly because we both forgot or couldn’t hear it), we felt good mutual energy. She was even confident enough to accept a ride home from me, so I passed the Charles Manson test. We cranked some tunes, got goofy, and ended with an awkward car hug because your boy has moves. The subsequent dates are all deserving of their own stories, but to summarize, we went mini golfing on the second date, caught a sunset and shared our first kiss at the beach. The third date was at Electric Feels, an indie DJ night at the House of Blues, where we channeled our inner Uma Thurman and John Travolta, putting our own twist on the Twist. The fourth was a chilly, underdressed evening in La Jolla where we grew closer and set the stage for our fifth. On that day, after two trips to the Del Mar Fair, I finally asked Cori to be my girlfriend (though we’d already been exclusive). It’s now a fun treat to go every year and memorialize it by taking pictures in a photo booth." Her Version: "We met the modern way: through Hinge. I was swiping when his profile caught my eye. Not only was he attractive and actually looking for a long-term relationship (a rarity on the apps), but his prompts sealed the deal. His greatest strength? "Being a silly goose." His ideal partner? "Someone who preferably works remotely or is flexible with being able to travel and wants to visit many different parts of the world." Interest = piqued. Without wasting any time, we jumped straight into date planning mode and landed on a tiki-themed speakeasy called Forbidden Cove. We agreed on wearing Hawaiian shirts, so I raided my brother’s closet for one several sizes too big, and Justin went out and bought his just for the occasion. What we didn’t account for was the fact that the bar would be so noisy we could barely hear each other. We made it work, but don’t ask me what we talked about! When he drove me home, he asked what my favorite song was, and I answered "Yes" by LMFAO, then proceeded to sing it to him on the spot. He joined in on the main chorus, and that's when I knew I wanted to see him again. It was actually our second date though, which was mini golf followed by a sunset at the dog beach, when everything clicked. We sat together in the sand with no lights around us except for the stars, talking for hours about our interests, dreams, and life experiences. It was mind blowing how much we had in common! And then came the third date, the beginning of many romantic gestures. On the way to a concert, he surprised me by singing the song I showed him on our first night, word for word. He had memorized it just to impress me. I couldn’t get enough!"

His Version: "It was no secret we were getting engaged, but I still managed to throw Cori off my trail (mainly because I too had no idea when I’d propose). We had a trip to Jackson Hole planned for months, and I gave it serious consideration as the spot. At the time, things were crazy in our lives, so I set it aside. But as the trip neared, I decided to bring the ring. The risk of traveling with it was far outweighed by the reward of giving Cori the most beautiful engagement she deserved. The trip was incredible from the start. Knowing the itinerary, I figured I’d only propose at the end. Between white water rafting, horseback and ATV rides, safaris, and Hootenannies (ooh la la), we were up to our necks in activities, water, and dirt! I also didn’t want to hijack the trip’s sentiment. It was a family vacation first and foremost. After several fun and memorable days came the final night: the 4th of July. We took a boat tour of Jenny Lake and came back with time to relax before the rodeo, but that's when it began to rain. Everyone was exhausted, so it was a great time to nap, especially with the stress swirling in my head. When we woke up, I went outside and was met by the clearest sky we’d had all week. Being the opportunist I am, I grabbed the ring box. Still, I had to get Cori alone with her photography-enthusiast brother in attendance. It helped that he’d already taken a billion photos, so when I asked Cori if she wanted to take some nice pictures, she thought nothing of it. I gave Tanner my best “look” to signal showtime, and he caught on immediately. We went outside, started snapping pics, and I found a way to sneak the ring box out. Then, I got down on one knee and blacked out. I said my somewhat rehearsed lines before the English language left my brain, and before I knew it, she was crying and we were kissing. Truthfully, I had to watch the video later to confirm I even asked “will you marry me” and that she said “yes.” Fortunately, we did. The rest was a blur of laughing, crying, and wouldn’t you believe it, the rodeo caught wind and let off some fireworks for us that night!" Her Version: "Our proposal wasn’t exactly a surprise. We have always talked openly about anything and everything, especially our future together. You’d think most guys might get a little nervous or shy about talking engagement and marriage, but not Justin. His matter-of-fact approach was basically, "show me the ring you want and I’ll get it." There were no price limits, no timelines, no hesitation. So, we went ring shopping together. For anyone who knows Justin, he’s a chronic overthinker, but this was something he didn’t think twice about. Even though I was involved in picking the ring, I wanted the when, where, and how of the proposal to be a surprise. He had expressed that he wanted to do something extra special and the only trip we had coming up was to Jackson Hole with my family, so I suspected he might propose there but wasn’t sure. As each day of the trip passed, my suspicions faded further. It wasn’t until the very last night (right before we headed out to the rodeo on the 4th of July) that he casually asked if we should take some sunset photos out front. That didn’t particularly raise any alarms. My brother Tanner had brought his nice camera on the trip, and we’d been taking pictures nonstop. The weather was perfect, the scenery was stunning, and there wasn’t another person in sight. And then it happened. Justin got down on one knee just as my dad walked out to load something in the car. He had to scramble behind the car to avoid interrupting (classic dad stuff). The moment Justin knelt, I burst into tears. He gave the sweetest, most thoughtful speech and the line I’ll never forget was: "Some people say this is one of the hardest decisions they’ve ever had to make, but honestly, I think harder about which toothpaste to buy than marrying you." Facts! And then he asked me to marry him, and I have never said yes faster in my life!"