We are getting married!

Turner had been living in Pennsylvania for a year, and by July, I couldn’t wait to visit him. We decided to take a spontaneous day trip to Ocean City, NJ, because what better way to make up for lost time than by eating boardwalk fries and watching the world’s best people-watching parade? Between bites of funnel cake and some overly competitive rounds of mini golf (which, by the way, I definitely won), we strolled along the iconic boardwalk, soaking up the summer vibes. As the day wound down and the sun began to set—not exactly over the ocean, but hey, it’s the East Coast—we found ourselves on the beach. The sand was warm, the waves were rolling in, and Turner got unusually quiet. Before I could ask what was up, he suddenly dropped down on one knee. I realized he was about to change my life forever. Right there, as the waves whispered along the shore, he asked me the question I had been dreaming of, and of course, I said yes.