We met in our college cafeteria—a place not famous for much, but one we’ll always hold dear. AJ walked in with a mutual friend, whom he immediately forgot existed upon seeing Skye across the table. She noticed the baseball cap he was wearing and mentioned her love for the Red Sox. The Sox had recently made headlines for a big trade (thank you, Chris Sale), and after some playful banter, it was clear there was a connection that would spark the rest of our lives.

AJ proposed at the top of Boston's Custom House Tower on a beautiful Saturday morning after brunch at our favorite spot. Our families had come up to celebrate, and while the Summers and Lahmans were setting up the party, the Carrs placed flowers and champagne at the top of the clock tower. Everything was going perfectly—until we reached the elevator that would take us to the top. Just as the doors opened, we were ushered aside as six Boston firemen rushed in to fix the broken down elevator that takes you to the top. All seemed lost, but thanks to AJ's quick thinking—and Skye's choice in adaptable footwear—we managed to ascend the final ten flights via a narrow staircase. Slightly winded, we didn’t even notice AJ’s parents (who were stuck at the top due to the aforementioned elevator) quietly sneaking down the staircase behind us. At the top, we were met with beautiful views of Boston Harbor. AJ went quiet, and when Skye turned around to check on him, he was on one knee.