Sarah and Andrew met online. Yeah, that's right, online. Nobody's really proud of that. But their first coffee date was magical, and they're super proud of that. From then on, it's your pretty standard romance: meeting each other's families two months into the relationship, multiple Phish concerts (a scene Sarah never imagined taking part in), and housing more cheese than NYC can hold. Sarah's in school to be a Marriage and Family Therapist. In the meantime, she volunteers with the YWCA as a crisis counselor, and she's writing creepy poems about a mythic crone who eats her children. Andrew, as it turns out, doesn't love creepy things, but he's her biggest fan. (He can get you an autograph for $50!) Andrew is a personal assistant/nanny by day, and a bad stand-up comic by night. Want to hear a joke? He'll name a bunch of amazing comedians who have great ones. Sarah will try and recite Andrew's jokes for you—because they're her favorite—but her delivery will be alllllllllllll wrong. (She can get you an autograph for $4!) Now they live in L.A., they're getting married, and there's still not enough cheese.

Sarah started planning to propose to Andrew over the summer. (She knew he was her forever dude, and losing her grandma made waiting any longer seem silly.) She bought him a ring and was in the process of brainstorming how best to do it. One morning, while they were daydreaming about buying a house, Andrew asked if they could talk about getting married. Sarah came clean, and they decided to exchange rings on their third anniversary. They spent the day picking apples in Oak Glen, CA, and spent the evening streaming a Phish show, watching a spooky movie, and eating Sarah’s Cimaomo-style bolognese. (Luckily, Andrew isn't one of a handful of Yurmans who can't stand tomatoes.) Cheese made a minor appearance in the anniversary/engagement dinner as well, but, yaknow. They're trying to fit into their fancy clothes by August! They've cut their cheese intake down to 4 to 5 times a week.