We’re getting married!

Our love saga kicks off at a Navy base in Arlington, VA. Picture this: I swing by from DC to fix my laptop, and there he is, looking all cute in his button-up, pretending not to check me out in my snazzy blue dress. Oh, please—I knew I looked good! Fast forward a bit, and I slyly slide into his DMs, aka emailing about a fake work issue, just to spark a convo. Smooth operator, right? Our talks jump from SharePoint to heated debates on the real Game of Thrones villain. The conversation flowed effortlessly.. After days of back-and-forth, I drop the hint about a taco joint near the base. Next thing I know, he's inviting me to our "first date" for tacos, which magically turns into BonChon. Apparently, he was captivated by how I devoured my wings to the bone, spicy and all. And there you have it—the beginning of our love story. Bribed with tacos, won over by wings. Love at first bite!

The sun was shining, the caipirinhas were flowing, and we were cruising on the waters of Rodrigo de Freitas Lagoon like a couple of carefree sailors. I had a plan, a ring, and a whole lot of nerves. With Major's "Why I Love You" serenading us, I suddenly realized I forgot the ring in my bag. Talk about smooth moves, right? After a mad scramble, I finally retrieved it, feeling like a contestant in a frantic treasure hunt. Posing for the perfect snapshot with Sugarloaf Mountain in the background, I took a knee, trying not to think about the ring burning a hole in my pocket. "Will you marry me?" I blurted out, hoping I didn't sound as shaky as I felt. Thankfully, she said yes, and we laughed and hugged like two kids who just found the biggest candy stash ever. And that's the story of how we got engaged – a mix of nerves, laughter, and a whole lot of love on the high seas of Brazil.