We're getting married!

We met in the most romantic place imaginable: a Boston College Men’s Hockey game… while working security. Nothing says true love like radios, crowd control, and the smell of pizza, hot dogs and popcorn. DJ really sealed the deal early by buying Peg chicken fingers and fries for her break—basically the modern equivalent of writing a love sonnet. Shakespeare who? Peg, meanwhile, was flirting like her life depended on it. DJ? Completely unfazed. It only took him a few months to ask her out, clearly just pacing himself for dramatic effect. After that first date, Peg immediately knew, “Yep, that’s my person.” DJ, on the other hand, was like, “Hmm… intriguing… let me overthink this for a while.” Luckily, Peg is stubborn. Like, Olympic-level stubborn. Fast forward a few months, and DJ finally caught up to what Peg knew all along. And to this day, he will proudly (and repeatedly) remind everyone: “I said the L-word first.” Sure, DJ. We’ll let you have that one.