Finding love in New York is no easy feat. In a city of almost 9 million people, it is a common feeling to be surrounded by the masses and completely isolated at the same time. How thankful we are that we both swiped right and picked each other from the crowd. Our first date was a post-show drink at The Press Lounge, a rooftop bar all the way on the west side of the island. With the city skyline as our backdrop, we laughed and shared embarrassing stories, many of which we recount to this day. After dropping Katya off in Hell's Kitchen, I made my way back up to my apartment on the Upper West Side only twenty blocks away. She had been right there all along, and I just didn't know it.

It was a crisp fall Saturday morning. We took Maddie to Fort Greene Park to play fetch. When off-leash hours ended, Miles, a bit suspiciously, suggested we take an extra stroll through the park. We walked toward the memorial at the top of the hill and came to a big oak tree surrounded by yellow leaves (my favorite). He told me he loved our weekend mornings together and that he could do this forever. And then he said, "Well...why don’t we do this forever?," and got down on one knee. As if by magic, everyone and their dogs by now had left, so we ran through the park and frolicked, screaming "We're getting married!!!"