The story on how we met! Andre and I kept seeing each other at the gym, but we never talked. Perhaps it is because Andre was being respectful or maybe we were both too stubborn to make the first move. Eventually a mutual friend introduced us and two weeks later, on the Fourth of July, we had our first date. We had ice cream and watched the fireworks together on the Plymouth Jetty, the fireworks weren’t the only sparks flying. It may sound cliché but truly, the rest is history. Eight months later, we returned to the Plymouth Jetty, Andre got down on one knee, and popped the question. We cannot wait to celebrate one of the most important milestones with all of our closest friends and family!