So here’s how this fairytale actually happened… In February, my friend Michelle gave me these Boaz Daffodils. She said, “The ancestors told me if you plant these, you’ll have a husband in a year.” I laughed, but I planted them anyway—because, hey, who argues with the ancestors? Then, in March—just the very next month—I’m at Navy Federal Credit Union. And not even the good branch. You know the one that feels like it exists just to test your patience? Yeah, that one. I didn’t even want to be there, and apparently, neither did this man named Wayne, who was behind me in line. Now, here’s the part I’ll never forget: there’s this guy in between us, and he is just rude. When it’s finally my turn at the teller, he literally nudges me on the shoulder like, “Ma’am, go!” Excuse you, sir! But that nudge turned out to be divine intervention, because right after, I hear a warm voice behind him say: “Excuse me, ma’am… I like your boots.” I turned around, and there’s Wayne. Cute smile. Easy charm. And apparently, excellent taste in boots. We started talking, and by the time I left that terrible branch, I didn’t just have my withdrawal—I had met my future husband. Fast forward to the following February—just like Michelle and those daffodils predicted—Wayne proposed. And I said yes. So, shoutout to the ancestors, Michelle’s magical gardening advice, a random rude shoulder-nudger, and one very unexpected trip to Navy Federal. Because now… here we are.