They say timing is everything, and for us, that couldn’t be more true. Our paths had crossed so many times before — at the same high school events, even at one of Anthony’s college house parties — yet somehow, we never met. It wasn’t until years later, through mutual friends, that we were finally introduced, and from that moment on, everything felt easy and right. Our first date was at La Pecora Bianca in the city, where we talked for hours and laughed like we had known each other forever. I remember leaving that night thinking Anthony could be the one. But it was one quiet Sunday afternoon, sitting outside Chelsea Market after the most perfect day together, that I truly knew. In that moment, I found myself wishing the day would never end — and I realized I never wanted any day to end without him. Three and a half years later, Anthony proposed in DUMBO, Brooklyn, with the Manhattan skyline behind us. What was planned as a simple lunch turned into a walk to take in the views, and in that perfect spot, he took my hand and asked me to marry him. It was the easiest “yes” of my life — and the beginning of our forever.