Another excuse for cake

We met at a the Railyard Riot in Lincoln, a Weightlifting competition put on by Tony. I was the out-of-towner there to do my first competition. I walked up to the table Tony was standing at to check in and I tell him my opener in pounds. Tony responds by saying "We don't do pounds here, we only do kilos," to where he made me get on google to translate the weights. Luckily his kind assistant, Seth, did it for me. A few weeks later, Tony became my weightlifting coach, we lifted together every day, and then I just never left him alone.

We were in Colorado for a competition (surprise surprise). Tony and I were basically a thing, but never officially. We went on a long hike to where both of us were dying but nobody would admit it first, trying to suppress our heavy breathing. I exposed myself as a glutton by dropping a massive amount of swedish fish that I had stored in my bag for secret snacks during the hike. Afterward, we went for ice cream nachos, and he wanted to share the same dish! We knew it was meant to be when we both declared our side of the bowl and said 'don't touch my side'.

We were both in New York, a new place we have traveled to together for the first time and the new place that felt like 'ours'. We decided to go on a little adventure back to my favorite spot in Brooklyn, Ample Hills Ice Cream right underneath Brooklyn Bridge. Tony made his first attempt at proposing by tying in our first date ice cream story in Colorado to eating ice cream in our new favorite place. He didn't pull the trigger in that moment, so we walked over to the water so I could take a picture of the skyline. When I turned around, he was on one knee. Neither of us remember what was said after that, but the answer was obviously yes!