Alright, alright, grab your popcorn. Keily here, let me set the scene. The year is 2020. It's the first Friday night of the school year. I was beginning my second year of undergrad at the great University of North Carolina at Charlotte. Andy was excited to be entering his final year at the (also great) Appalachian State University. It was unlikely the two of us would ever meet, but God had a plan. This faithful Friday night, my college roommate and I were invited to visit a friend who had just transferred schools. We finished up our schoolwork, ate dinner, packed our bags, and set out on the two-hour drive up the mountain. Now, you may be asking yourself, did Andy expect his soulmate to walk into his quirky college apartment later that night? No way. Would Keily have ever imagined she would be traveling through the snow every other weekend for the rest of the school year? Definitely not. Thankfully, life has a way of surprising us. Upon arrival, I immediately noticed my friend's randomly selected roommate was, in fact, even cuter in person than in the picture I had seen prior. Once we were introduced, I also noticed that this random roommate appeared terrified of me. So naturally, it became my personal mission to get him to open up. From inviting Andy into the conversation to encouraging him to sit next to me, I was determined to get to know this potential new friend. After chatting with the group, a couple of hands of cards, and a couple of drinks, Andy began to feel more comfortable. The conversation naturally branched off to just the two of us, and before we knew it, the others had fallen asleep. We shared our hopes and dreams, funny stories, and childhood memories, laughing and answering each other's questions. Hours went by, minutes felt like seconds. There was a sense of familiarity, as if we had known each other all along. They say, "When you know, you know." I never really understood that, but Andy did. So the night went on, we talked, we laughed, and the sun came up. With his newfound courage, Andy took my hand and stated in the most matter-of-fact tone I have ever heard, "Our hands fit perfectly together, you know what that means?" You can imagine I'm giggling, thinking this was him flirting. He continued, "It means we're getting married..." I'm sorry, what?? I have known you for less than 12 hours! This is funny, though, and you seem genuinely serious, and somehow, not embarrassed? I'm pretty sure I actually commented on how brave a statement that was for him to make out loud. Don't worry, I have never let him forget about this moment; it has been referenced countless times throughout our relationship :) Turns out, he was right. We are getting married! From that night on, we have done life together, talking all day, every day, and visiting each other every weekend. We have been together through the remainder of college, grad school, first jobs, moves, family vacations, holidays, accomplishments, and events big and small. Growing together a little more every day. In March of 2025, Andy proposed at Shelton Vineyard, our favorite date location. He executed the most beautiful proposal, followed by a day full of love, family, and friends to celebrate. Later that summer, we bought our first home together, where we have been living with our dog, aka my son, Bentley, whom Andy has so lovingly adopted. And now, six years later, you are all invited to join us in the celebration of our love. Andy, I don't know how you knew that first night, but I am eternally grateful you were right. I love you forever. -Keily