So, believe it or not we met at a bar called Fat Daddies on Trent’s 23rd birthday. Classy, right? The night itself was a blur - for me at least. I’m pretty sure I had a push-up competition with his friend and I am absolutely sure I slipped and fell on someone’s lime slice on the dance floor. Trent picked me up, literally. I remember waking up the next day and Trent had texted me ‘Good Morning, beautiful’ or something really sweet. And come on - I was 21.. I’m pretty sure I fell in love right then and there. Long story short, we’ve never gone longer than a day without talking to each other for over five years now. In that time, I graduated college, we got our first place, and then our second place, we’ve gained and lost jobs, we’ve found careers, we’ve laughed and cried and learned and grown so, so much, and now we’re here - and it seems totally surreal, but we are filled with absolute gratitude and very excited for the rest of this wild journey together.

Our proposal night was pure perfection. It was the first time I had ever seen Trent nervous. He’s really bad at keeping secrets.. so earlier in the day he was sending me some ring options randomly. It was a Saturday and I was home and entertaining it all. It had been almost 4 years at this point, and honestly, part of me thought it would never happen. Maybe if we were in year one or two, things would’ve been different. On that night, Trent came home from work and told me his dad would be watching Little Trent for the night and we were going out to eat. I was suspicious, extra suspicious. I hate surprises. We went to Iron Hill Brewery in Lancaster. We had a really nice meal and walked to the car. We got in and I was really disappointed.. NOTHING HAPPENED! He didn’t propose. Before I knew it he was out of the car, said he forgot something inside. He came to my car door and told me to get out. He reached for his pocket and I started bawling. I didn’t even look at the ring. It was raining. I just wanted to hug him so tight. And we stood there and cried and I said yes. And in that moment with him I remembered all we’d been through and I realized how much I loved him and how much I accepted every part of him and how much I wanted to be his wife. He placed a beautiful pear-shaped ring on my finger. Each day since then I’ve fallen more and more in love with him. And maybe our proposal isn’t extravagant or exciting, but it was OURS. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.