When you ask most people what their favorite holiday is, 9 times out of 10 you will get the answer Christmas, myself included. However since 2018, Labor Day weekend has held a special place in my heart. Josh had plans to move to Tennessee and was joining his friends on one last hoorah before he left. The cabin they were staying at belongs to one of my childhood best friends, where I would also be joining in on the festivities for the weekend. Within the first night of being there, I felt an instant connection with Josh and only grew fonder of him as the weekend went on. By the last day, I knew I wasn't the only one feeling the spark as Josh told me he was going to marry me one day. Laughing it off assuming he had one too many fireball shots and knowing he was moving 600 miles away, I told myself this was just going to be an unforgettable weekend and nothing more. Needless to say, Josh was persistent and asked me out on a date the day after we got back from up north. I was hesitant, as I knew he would be leaving soon.. but I told myself, "Hey, what's one date?"... if only I knew. The next two weeks we spent almost every day together getting to know each other more than most people do in a year, which made saying goodbye that much harder. After Josh left for Tennessee we stayed in contact, facetiming almost every night and always checking in on each other during the day. We tried to avoid any conversation about the future, as we knew that despite how we felt, being together was ultimately unrealistic... that is until one night, I opened my door to Josh standing in the driveway saying "I'm home."