On February 22, 2025, Andrew suspiciously tried convincing me to come outside and shovel the front walkway. With 50° weather just days away, I absolutely refused and happily planted myself on the couch with my favorite snack, ready to pick out a movie instead. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door… and when I opened it, there was Andrew down on one knee. It was perfect — our favorite place, our favorite dog by our side, and me dressed exactly how Andrew always hoped I’d get engaged: in sweatpants. 🤍