Third time is the charm, right? Thank God Ryan is a man of patience because thats how many times it took for me to come to my senses. The first time we met, I was the snobby girl that gave him attitude when the poor guy was just trying to return someone's pair of heels. "I'm obviously wearing mine so I don't know who's they are." Lord, why do I have such a smart mouth sometimes? The second time? Still pretty rough. I had the pleasure of bartending at the Luau, which Ryan happened to show up to also. It wasn't a terrible experience until I started to get smart towards one of his buddies. Turns out, we didn't end up getting along very well that time either. Third time? That's where it finally all started working out. A bunch of us ended up in the woods together one night and I hopped on the side by side with Ryan. I've never had so much fun but been so scared in the woods in my life, but I would do it again over and over. And that was just the start to our never ending adventures together!

After a few years of searching daily for the perfect house, one popped up that I couldn't ignore. I immediately sent the link to Ryan and told him how much I loved it. Two months later, the process was finally over. I worked the night prior to going in to sign the papers. Ryan met me in Naples after my shift and took me for my favorite bottomless mimosas and breakfast. I was on top of the world. I truly didn't think life could get any better! Our good friend Jennifer took me around Naples for some "celebratory pampering" where we got our nails done. I thought I would have seen a proposal coming from a mile away if anyone ever invited me for nails because I never go. She had me absolutely fooled! We finished all of our pampering and got all of the paperwork for the new house signed. We headed back home from Naples while Ryan's sneaky self was setting up a whole proposal with Bre. Thank God I have such an amazing best friend! I made some pretty serious threats to Ryan if he had gone inside the new house without me so when we showed up he was sitting outside waiting on me. We head upstairs to our new home and at this point I really thought there was no way this day could get any better (besides maybe some relief from the bottomless mimosa headache that had started to set in). He took a minute to unlock the door and then finally he cracked it open a bit. There was a dim light and our favorite song playing. I was so confused. My first thought? "Oh my God are there squatters in our house??" Nope not squatters at all. Just some of our very close friends that had happened to be at the right place at the right time when Ryan invited them. A lit up pathway with candles and rose petals led to various pictures of us and a sign that read "Welcome home soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Mayberry" Ryan kneeled down and immediately brought me to tears. He asked me to be Mrs. Ryan Mayberry and slid that beautiful ring on my finger.