To think that Michael and I had spent years walking the same halls, hanging out at the same parties and never had a conversation with each other is unreal. It took 7 years after high school and a wild night out in Hoboken to get us in the same room again, never mind to have a conversation with each other. We didn't know it then, but that was the first day of our happily ever after. We could not be more excited to celebrate our next adventure with each of you!

Michael and I had spent months talking about wanting to take our relationship to the next step. So for months, I had known that a proposal was well on the way. 6 months, 2 vacations, many fancy nights out, about 100 manicures, and countless weekends making sure that I was always prepared for when he popped the question, we can say that I was starting to grow VERY impatient. FINALLY, during a game night with a few of our closest friends, Russell Dickerson's, Yours (title of the song) playing in the background, many beers and glasses of wine later, me looking like a mess and completely caught off guard, on a whim Michael asked me to be his wife. And it couldn't have gone any better.