Taylor and I met at my first job, Papa Johns. He easily won me over with how handsome and goofy he was, and obviously we shared a love of pizza. We spent time together here and there, and I think we both secretly had crushes on one another. But eventually our lives just led us in different directions. It wasn't until over five years later our paths magically crossed again on Facebook of all places. He popped up on my suggested friends list and bam...Friend request sent and accepted, he messaged me, and the rest was history.

Taylor swept me off my feet on our first official date, a weekend adventure in Beuna Vista, CO. Even though we spent countless hours talking on the phone the week leading up to that weekend (he was working 2 weeks at a time, and I was working nights), we still never ran out of things to talk about. And he never failed to make me smile. In the next two months, we both met each others family - and I knew he was the one.

A month shy of a year dating, and a few weeks before leaving our life in Colorado to start traveling, we planned a weekend camping trip take out our new rzr. Hunter, Grace, Taylor, and I rode a trail as high as we could go, with mountain peaks beaming down at us. We hiked up a little ways from the trail to check out the lake and drink a beer. I was enjoying the sights, and tried to call Taylor over for the perfect photo op, but he insisted that I come over by him (where Hunter and Grace were lerking). One minute I was looking at the lake, and the next minute I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to Taylor on his knee. I'm so glad Grace and Hunter kept the secret, and were there to capture the pure shock and joy on my face.