Thanks to my friend Savanna—and one of Ethan’s cousins—I first met Ethan on a float trip… where I got a glimpse of him not exactly at his best. Picture this: a slightly drunk, hot mess. And somehow… I still thought he was funny (and maybe even a little cute). But that definitely wasn’t where our love story began. Our story really began at the hand of yet another one of Ethan’s cousins, who requested my presence at her wedding. I was there assisting as the photographer—not even a guest, just minding my business editing pictures. Out of nowhere, Ethan walks up, snatches my phone, sticks it in his back pocket, and drags me onto the dance floor like we’ve known each other forever, determined to get me to dance with him. Once again… slightly intoxicated, still a mess—but at this point, I guess I had a type. As the night went on, it turned out he needed a ride home—and just happened to live in the same city as me. So I gave him a ride… not knowing that simple car ride would turn into late-night talks, endless laughs, and the beginning of everything. And somehow, that “hot mess” from the float trip turned into the man I get to marry.
Ethan had told me he planned to propose—he just wanted to do it in a way I would never forget. After I shared childhood memories of my dad crafting magic out of cardboard—building me a castle from watermelon boxes, complete with a drawbridge where I spent hours playing—and even “plucking a star from the sky” by cutting one out just for me, Ethan found his inspiration. He brought those memories back to life in the most meaningful way, recreating the magic of my childhood. With Jayce by his side and a cherry Ring Pop in hand, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Because who needs a real ring when you have your Prince Charming—and a love built on imagination and magic?