Many ask how we met... Well, here's our story. Michael and I went to Robinson High School together and graduated together. We had MANY of the same friends, but never really hung out together. If you know Michael, you will not be surprised when I say that it was because he was just too much of a goober for me. Fast forward through a lot of life experiences, broken hearts, ups and downs, and a few rounds of Girl Scout cookie orders to summer 2024, when Michael's truck caught fire. I made ONE single Facebook comment along the lines of "Oh man, that sucks, sorry you're dealing with that". Shortly after, he messaged me. He was in the process of a divorce and needed help with Harper and her school work. In Sept/Oct, I started tutoring Harper, once a week. I'd come over, he'd leave, we'd do school work, he'd come back, and I'd leave. I'd give advice and support here and there. It was nothing more. Tutoring sessions were gradually followed by more and more random conversation. We went to high school together so that was fun and easy. Knowing he was in a vulnerable place, I was very upfront and told him NOT to catch feelings, I was just there for Harper, but we could be friends. Fast forward to a finalized divorce in February. Things remain the same, we text some, he texted me asking for advice with Harper's school, how to respond to his crazy ex-wife, and sent random things from Facebook, I'd respond. As time progressed, the tutoring days became later with more random conversations and yes, more trying to help him process divorce and single parenting a trauma filled, ADHD little girl. I encouraged him to date! Then told him to stop and focus on himself and Harper. I (metaphorically) pushed him away every chance I got. I'd laugh and say NOPE anytime he'd mention that his parents asked him why he didn't try to date me. The end of school comes around and we chose to hang out as friends. He mentioned that it was nice to have someone to watch a show with, BS with, etc. I told him AGAIN, that I'd totally be his FRIEND, come over binge watch shows, BS, remember the old HS days, give teacherly/womanly advice for Harper, and listen to him rant about his crazy ex-wife. BUT, DO NOT CATCH FEELINGS. Apparently, it didn't work. He caught feelings, and so did I. Then with a little extra push from Harper, he asked me to be his girlfriend. 5 months later and another big ol' push from Harper, he asked me to be his wife. We didn't plan for any of it, but here we are, and we are both so excited to begin the journey together.