I remember the first time I met Brian. The air smelled of stale beer and sanitizing solution, with only a sticky bar top between us. It was very romantic. He seemed to know everyone at the bar very well, some people even referred to him as "The Mayor", but mostly people called him Foley. Although I was impressed with his ability to drink a pint glass full of Jameson without flinching, the sparks were not immediately flying. If you ask him I spent the next few months flirtatiously stealing his hats and adding my number to his phone, but the way I remember it was a little different. Either way, we both did generally like being around the other, even if there was nothing serious going on between us. As the weather warmed up though, we started to run into each other more frequently, and then all at once we were inseparable. I will never forget the feeling on the day I realized he was the one. I know that sounds corny, and I was going for ironically corny but this- this is just big time regular corny. He made me happy to be myself in a time when I wasn't really sure who that was anymore. I think we all feel a little depressed and lost in our early 20s, but on that day I remember feeling sure, absolutely sure, of what I wanted and where we were going. My mom once told me that "You know when you love someone, but you know you're in love when everyone else in the room notices." That rang true on the first day our parents met, less than a year after we started dating. My parents went up to my future in laws and raved about how Brian had changed me for the better, to which my in laws later explained, completely took them by surprise as that was exactly what they had come to tell my parents. We hope to continue to always make each other better, and we are so excited that you'll all be by our sides as we promise to do that forever. I'm looking forward to being one of the few who will answer to "Foley!" when we walk into that bar again.