Our story didn’t start in the most traditional way—it started on social media, just a week after my birthday. I remember the exact date, June 28, 2025, because it was also the day my little munchkin tried to take those first steps. Funny how life can mark big moments all at once. When we finally met in person at Walk-On’s, I remember thinking, “Okay… he’s not a bad-looking dude—and he smells really good.” He seemed calm, grounded, and honestly… a little different from what I was used to. We hugged, and somehow—without overthinking it—I kissed him. Not once… but twice. To this day, I still laugh about that. From the very beginning, he gave off this steady, peaceful energy that reminded me of a preacher, so that’s exactly what I called him when I talked about him to my friends—“the preacher man.” Truth is, I was running from that kind of love. He wasn’t my usual type, and I didn’t quite know what to do with someone who felt so genuine. But thankfully, my mom stepped in and talked some sense into me. I slowed down, gave him a real chance—and that’s when everything changed. What I found in him was something I never expected… but exactly what I needed. A love that feels like home. A man who showed me consistency, patience, and peace in ways I had never experienced before. And now, I can honestly say—he is the love of my life. The one I didn’t see coming, but the one I’m so grateful stayed. I love you, Jermichael Haley.

From his side, it all started pretty simply—we met on social media and decided, on a whim, to meet up that Saturday. No overthinking, no big plan… just a chance to see where things could go. We met at Walk-On’s, and from the jump, the conversation just flowed. We found ourselves talking about everything we had in common—music, wrestling, anime—just vibing and enjoying each other’s company like we’d known each other longer than we actually had. By the end of the night, I figured I’d take a chance and went in for a kiss. Then somehow, there was a second one. Now… she might try to deny it, but she definitely leaned into that one. We still laugh about it to this day. What started as a random Saturday meet-up turned into something neither of us expected—but both of us are grateful for.

I bought the ring on November 5, 2025. My original plan was to wait until his birthday on the 25th and make it this big, meaningful moment. But if you know me, you know I’m not the most patient person when it comes to something this important. I couldn’t wait that long. On November 15th, I decided—it’s happening. I had his daughter hand him the ring, and for a moment, he was completely confused. He looked at it and said something like, “Wow, nice ring,” not realizing what was going on. I had to step in and say, “Wrong finger.” He paused, a little puzzled, and said, “Oh… this finger?” And that’s when I said it: “I’m asking you to marry me.” The look on his face in that moment—I’ll never forget it. Pure surprise, a little shock, and then… joy. When he said “yes,” I felt everything at once—relief, excitement, and so much love. Because Lord knows, I didn’t have a backup plan if he said no! It may not have been traditional, but it was us. Real, unexpected, and full of love. And I wouldn’t change a single thing.