Like all great modern romances, ours began the way Shakespeare would have written it: on Tinder. We both swiped right thinking the other person was way too cool to ever swipe back. But plot twist — we were both wrong, and also right. (We are very cool.) Our first date wasn’t dinner, drinks, or anything traditional. No… we chose Target. Because nothing says “this could be forever” like wandering the Magnolia home aisle, rummaging for unmolested blankets, and bonding over phallic Rastafarian menorahs. It was the most fun either of us had ever had on a first date, and honestly? Target should probably sponsor our marriage. Soon after, adventure called — and by “adventure” we mean driving to Utah to adopt George, the sweetest (and bravest (ha ha)) dog on earth. Nick came along and passed the crucial boyfriend test: willingness to assist in spontaneous multi-state dog acquisition + getting vomited on multiple times on the way home. Nick also comes with a fur-child of his own, Trixie the cat, who loves her “papa” almost as much as she loves to eat! We bonded hard over DIY projects and sewing like two retired grandparents trapped in younger bodies. Glue guns? Know them. Fabric hoards? Have them. The utter excitement over combining our sewing machine families together? No comment. Yes, we are the ultimate Pinterest Power Couple. One magical evening on the beach in Cabo, AT SUNSET, Nick proposed — I said “YES” and we were subsequently and dramatically chased off the beach by a swarm of white crab-like spiders. Nothing says romance like nature trying to murder you during a proposal. And now here we are — still laughing, still sewing, and still walking through Target like it’s the aisle to forever.