It’s the kind of love story that begins with all the wrong turns—choosing the wrong people and eventually giving up on looking—only to find exactly who you were meant to all along. Tanor and I met through our mutual friend Katie, who truly deserves an award for the greatest setup of all time. Before our first date, we were both nervous—complete strangers stepping into the unknown. Ironically, Tanor had already met my parents long before he ever met me. We planned a simple bowling date, thinking it would ease any awkwardness. But we never even made it to the lanes. Instead, we ended up at a bar, talking for hours until they closed. From that night on, we never stopped talking or left each other’s side. Something clicked instantly. In that very first moment, I knew—this was my person, the one I was going to marry.
Just a few months into dating, Tanor and I decided to take a cruise to the Bahamas. While we were there, we found the ring—and we both absolutely loved it. Tanor knew right then it was the one. Not wanting to wait, he bought the ring, got my parents’ blessing, and decided he was going to propose—because he already knew I was the one.