Yes, we met online. Cue the collective “ahh yes, modern romance.” But this one started with her immediately calling him out for having serial killer-level selfies on his profile (listen… lighting matters). And on the first date? He ordered chicken at a steakhouse. Chicken. At. A. Steakhouse. She almost walked out right there. And yet...somehow...it was easy. Just a couple of months in, life threw its first curveball. He had to leave for Kansas City to care for his mom and was gone for nearly three months. They talked every day. They navigated distance, stress, and the real stuff way earlier than most people do. And instead of breaking them? It stitched them closer together. Then COVID hit and everyone learned whether they actually liked the person they were living with. Turns out they didn’t just like each other - they thrived. They made a home. They built a life. They bought a house. They shared joys, frustrations, pet hair, Amazon packages, and an unhealthy attachment to Daddy Andy's nightly check ins. One day, in the middle of all the ordinary everyday-ness of life, they looked at each other and went, “Okay… so we’re doing this, right?” They bought a ring. He proposed - with sugar-free baked goods, because he knows her heart (and stomach). Almost a year went by (because ADHD + love + life), and now they’re finally planning the wedding. So here they are - still teasing each other, still choosing each other, and still doing this life thing side-by-side with their dogs, cat, and just the right amount of chaos. #finallyFarley