Before we moved to Ohio, two of our good friends introduced us (awkwardly) and we thought nothing of it. A few months later, in a random Cincinnati bar, we locked eyes across the dance floor (because where else would we be). A couple weeks later, we went to dinner and the rest was history.

Our newest hobby together is competing against one another on the golf course. And if you know Marko and I, we play by the rules. That's how I knew something was different that day. Marko was being extra generous to me and giving me all the mulligans I wanted. As we approached the 18th hole on a long, hot day, Marko said, "I have a feeling this is going to be the best hole of your life." While I'll admit that hole may have been my best of the day, I quickly found out he wasn't talking about my golf game. He had been planning this day for weeks with the guys in the clubhouse. He even worked out a schedule where my dad and brothers teed off right ahead of us so they could help with this grand proposal. As we neared the green, I realized the pin wasn't in the hole and thought one of my brothers forgot to put it back. (I think I even had some choice words for them) As we got closer, I noticed the ring box was in the hole! My lovely friends have now coined the term that Marko scored a Holt in one.