Hi there! We can't wait to celebrate with you.

Unofficially, we met on a pool deck. I was training with a local club swim team to make Olympic trials cuts and Drew was coaching another club team. He looked pretty cute in a polo so I asked him out for drinks. Drew was skeptical. I repel technology, have few pictures online, and—after a quick online stalk session—he was 50% sure I was a real person. Sure enough though, two real people met at a bar with friends. And thank goodness we brought our friends because it literally took four games of darts for us to say a single sentence to each other. We may not have been chatty Kathy's the night we met, but we’ve basically been inseparable since then; and here we are 4 years, 4 moves, 3 surgeries, and 2 job changes later.

After living in New York or the northeast for the past twelve years, there’s nothing more sentimental to me than being back in my hometown. We travel to Pennsylvania several times every year. So I did not think anything of it when we took a trip to visit in February 2020. Nor did I think anything of it when Drew chose to chat with my grandparents Valentine’s Day evening when I went to get ready for bed. Or when he was weirdly shaking before having ANY coffee the next day after breakfast. And I was most concerned when—on the way to my sister’s house—he walked outside with a winter jacket on when it was 50 degrees. (New Hampshirites literally never get cold.) It made a lot more sense when, after we walked out onto the porch and were alone, he got down on one knee and asked if I wanted to be with him forever. (Of course I said, “Yes!”) Because hiding in one of the jacket pockets was a box and a ring. All went back to normal immediately after—the jacket came off—and we got to celebrate with my side of the family for the rest of the trip.