We started as friends—just two people constantly running into each other, sharing jokes, and pretending not to notice how good the other looked when they laughed a little too hard. Then one day, in the most unexpected and sweet way, he kissed my forehead. Not dramatic. Not planned. Just simple, soft… and suddenly, I had butterflies. Somewhere between the playful teasing and long conversations, I invited him over for Thanksgiving dinner. I made baked mac n cheese—my not-so-secret love language—and I guess it worked, because he’s still here. Our first real date was at Texas Roadhouse (yes, we’re classy like that). Between the buttered rolls and nervous smiles, something clicked. Like… really clicked. Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend—and I said yes, of course. And now? We’re getting married. Turns out, forever starts with friendship, a forehead kiss, and baked mac n cheese.