We met in 2018 at a hockey rink. He was about to play a game, and I was just minding my own business while my brother figure skated and my mom kept casual tabs on me from a distance. We talked, flirted a little, probably exchanged some “cool points” — and then went on the cutest first date ever: ice cream and sitting by a quiet pond in Peoria, watching ducks like two awkward teens trying not to seem awkward. It was simple, sweet, and kind of perfect. And then… he ghosted me. To be fair, he was moving away for hockey. (Fine.) Eventually, he moved back to Arizona… just in time for me to ghost him while I was drowning in schoolwork. What can we say? We’ve always had elite timing. Then came January 1st, 2023. On a whim, I texted him. He replied almost immediately — which was both surprising and mildly suspicious. But from there, everything just clicked. Messages turned into phone calls, phone calls turned into flights to Colorado, and suddenly we were accidentally falling in love… on purpose this time. Some stories just take a few years — and a couple of missed texts — to get going. By April 5th, 2023, I was officially his girlfriend. By July 15th, I had packed up my life in Arizona and moved to Colorado — because when you know, you just load up the car and go. Then, on May 23rd, 2025, he brought me to Loveland Pass. The mountains were stunning. The wind was doing the most. Breathing? Questionable. But the proposal? 10/10. He asked, I said yes (somewhere between tears and altitude-induced gasping). Now here we are — from ghosting to forever. We couldn’t be more excited to start this next chapter, and we’re so grateful to have you with us for the best part yet: the celebration.