We met through mutual friends at a local bar. We chatted effortlessly, laughing and discovering common interests. A few days later, I got a call from him; he had an extra ticket to the Maroon 5 concert and thought of me. I felt a mix of excitement and hesitation. Concerts can be such personal experiences, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take the plunge. After weighing my options, I decided to go. It felt like an opportunity I couldn't pass up. As we sang along to every song, it felt like we were in our own little world. By the end of the night, we knew this was just the beginning of something special.

It was a Friday evening, the kind filled with the promise of a weekend ahead. The house was alive with the sounds of our two daughters playing upstairs, their giggles echoing through the halls. Suddenly, they came barreling down the stairs, their faces alight with excitement. "Mom! When are we all going to have the same last name?" they asked, their innocent curiosity shining through. In that perfect moment, he appeared behind them, a mischievous smile on his face. He knelt down, the ring glimmering in his hand, and the room seemed to pause. “Will you marry me?” he asked, looking directly at me, his voice full warmth and love. The girls gasped, their eyes wide, beaming with joy and excitement. It was a magical moment, filled with laughter and love, as our daughters jumped up and down in delight. The question they had posed so eagerly had transformed into a beautiful proposal, uniting us all in a way we had longed for. I knew then that this was just the beginning of our family’s next chapter.