Justin and I actually met 8 years ago when we both started college at Texas A&M and were in the same major. A group of us in that major developed into one big friend group (and we are all very close today, in fact a lot of us have married each other!) and Justin and I became very close friends. Everyone we knew always said we'd end up together, but I always thought "that's my best guy friend, that's weird!". Fast forward to the end of 2018, we had both graduated and were living in separate towns and our friendship had developed some distance, but we were both going through some tough times and we really leaned on each other. Pretty quickly we were in constant contact again and our friends turned out to be right all along...Justin finally told me he had feelings for me in the summer of 2019 and by this point I definitely felt the same way (my immediate reply was "about damn time!") and we made it official that September! Cute side note, he asked me out by giving me a 12th Man Towel that said "be my official tailgate partner?", WHOOP! Anyway, the next several months were nothing short of perfect. I was dating someone who had known me forever, seen me at my worst, and who I had tons of memories with. It was easy, and comfortable, and very clearly meant to be. Two months into dating, at one of my best friends weddings I caught the bouquet and Justin caught the garter (we got good at this, we did the same at his brothers wedding) but everyone around us was like "well, duh of course y'all are getting married". Less than 6 months of dating and we were looking at rings. At this point, I was more than ready for a Sweet Home Alabama moment and to leave the shop with a ring that day. But Justin was planning the most perfect proposal. On August 28th, 2020 Justin got down on one knee on my families ranch, and we spent that evening surrounded by the friends and family that knew this day was coming long before we did. Needless to say, my answer was once again, "About Damn Time!".