If you ask us about our first date, we'll probably tell you about the time we went to UPick for brunch. We'll tell you how idyllic a Sunday it was and how we sat outside under a clear sky surrounded by lush green trees and had an incredible meal. But if you really know us, you'll know the date that really counts was to PriceSmart. It was random, on a rainy Thursday evening and decidedly unplanned. We wandered through the aisles, joking about the random items we found, checking things off of Nav's magnificently detailed list and feeling the early pull of a life filled with making the most mundane things magical together. The real cincher was the drive home, we let the radio offer us a car karaoke session like no other and spent the entire ride singing at the top of our lungs, windows down. In that moment, with all the simplicity and joy, it was obvious that it wouldn't make sense looking for this anywhere else—there couldn't be anyone better to do life with, even the everyday little things.

We had been dating for about a month, and I was engaged in an internal battle to hold back the "L" word—because come on, it felt too soon! I tried everything to distract myself, even asking ridiculous questions like, “Do you think penguins get cold?” But during a lazy morning in bed with absolutely all my restraint exhausted, I accidentally blurted out, “I love you,” in the middle of a conversation about something else entirely. Panic hit me hard as I realized what I’d just said, but to nobody’s surprise, Jay just blinked for a second before breaking into a huge grin and saying it right back. Turns out, they had been feeling it too, and we both learned that love refuses to wait for the “perfect” moment—it just jumps out and lets itself be known when it sees fit.

What started as a peaceful evening, lounging in the backyard on the pergola, quickly devolved into pure chaos. Cutting through the haze of early relationship fuzzies, a comrade of Kermit the frog landed squarely on Nav's shoulder, triggering a full-blown panic attack. Quick offerings of soothing words and threats to end all frogs were interrupted by T&Tec and suddenly the electricity went out, plunging the house into darkness. Without thinking too hard, it was truly our first real crisis together, and somehow, we found our way through it. Lighting candles and spreading a blanket on the floor of the waxing room where the battery powered Christmas tree was, we manage to turn an evening of tumult into one of the most romantic misadventures ever. In that quiet, flickering light, the night’s disasters melted away, and we realized the true romance was in handling life’s unexpected moments together, knowing we would always find our way back to each other.

If you had told either of us that we would spend the rest of our lives with equal lovers of all things Queen Bey, we wouldn't believe you. It all started with a huge surprise— secretly scored tickets to Renaissance World Tour in Miami, a dream come true for us both kind of surprise. We flew in, spent the days ahead memorizing lyrics, after spending the months before blasting her songs and buzzing with excitement. Walking into the stadium felt surreal, and when Beyoncé hit the stage, we danced, cried, sang, and screamed like it was just the two of us in the crowd. More than Bey, it was the little moments that made the experience unforgettable—the hand squeezes during our favorite songs, our impromptu choreographed performances back at the AirBnB, reliving every moment. It wasn’t just seeing Beyoncé live; it was sharing that magic with each other, realizing just how lucky we are to do life together.

The proposal was supposed to be perfect, set in our favorite spot on Las Cuevas beach where we’d shared more than a few beach days (we have a spot and everything). I wanted it to be a surprise, so I arrived hours early, imagining the romantic scene and we would get to talk about, but Nav was more than two hours late, completely unaware of what she was walking into and mildly annoyed. I paced the length and breadth of the shoreline that morning, trying to remain calm and rehearsing my proposal speech for the hundredth time. The story of an impromptu airport drop off and meeting up on the beach later with friends very nearly fell apart when she couldn’t get a straight answer on where I was. When she finally arrived, beaming and completely unaware of my mini panic attack, all my anxiety vanished. I guided her over to the spot, pulled out the ring and asked the biggest question I ever had right there in the sand. She was so caught off guard that she didn’t even realize how long I had been waiting, and in that hilarious moment, we both laughed, knowing our love story was just as perfect and unpredictable as the proposal itself. P.S- Yes, we did go swimming right afterwards. We wouldn't be us if we didn't.