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I went out dancing with friends for the first time since nursing school, and just as I got to the dance floor, a handsome guy with a great mustache and cowboy boots asked me to dance. We chatted on the dance floor, and after one dance he came back and asked me for another. I can't lie—I was intrigued by his ability to continue his smoothly spinning me around the floor while still keeping up with my doctor-nurse banter. I started to think this could go somewhere. Then my friends pulled me away, and when I turned back, my cowboy-doctor was gone. And since he only knew me as “Shanna,” how would he ever find me? It felt like living out my favorite princess story from childhood, except I hadn’t even left a glass slipper. So when I got home, I did a little detective work, found his residency’s Instagram, and (in the boldest move of my life) sent him a friend request before nervously turning my phone off. The next morning, I opened my phone to a message from him—and three messages later, he had asked me out to coffee. At coffee, we talked for three hours straight, and after that everything just seemed to progress naturally. From swing dancing dates to road trips and post-shift debriefs, he’s become my spontaneous adventure partner, my rock when things get hard, and the man I can’t wait to start forever with.

I was out dancing with some friends, fully committed to living my best life, when I ended up dancing with this one girl a couple of times. She was pretty cute—like, stop-you-in-your-tracks cute—and naturally, a man of good taste such as myself had to ask her to dance again. We exchanged names, but that was it. Later, as my friends and I left, I realized in horror that I had completely missed my chance to get her number. I figured my only hope was to go out again and pray to the dance-floor gods that I’d run into her. The very next morning, I woke up to a friend request from none other than that same girl. She had somehow tracked me down armed with only my first name and pure determination. Honestly, it felt like elite ninja detective-level skills, and I couldn’t help but think, “Okay, she definitely has more going for her than just her looks.” At that point, pursuing things further didn’t just feel right—it felt like a noble quest. Over the past year and a half, as I’ve gotten to know Shenna, I’ve found something rare and beautiful: certainty. Gratitude. The kind of peace that comes from knowing you get to spend your life with someone who is endlessly supportive, deeply intelligent, profoundly thoughtful, and genuinely kind.