A true tinder love story! He was her first date off the app; she was not his. They were neither's last. Back in 2014, while we were young, busy, and keeping things casual, I think we both knew there was more to it than we were admitting. But young often comes with stupid, and well, long story short, we broke up. Then dated again, and broke up once more. But after a lot of growing up, and learning what we both really valued in a partner, she reached out once more. Roughly six years after first meeting, in March 2020 (less young but clearly no less stupid), while 3000 miles apart, across an international boarder and at the very beginning of Covid, we decided to give it one more go (this time with feelings). And well, the rest is history.

She realized early on, that for every major milestone in their relationship, he was ready before her. So she made it very clear that she would be the one to propose. So in July of 2023, she rented a treehouse in the middle of nowhere Quebec. A town small enough that the border agent asked "why are you going there??" when we told him the name. But the treehouse had alpacas and chickens that gave fresh eggs for breakfast, and while small, there was still a vineyard and an cheese shop in an old church. So sitting out in the woods, all alone, over a charcuterie lunch, she proposed. She clearly wasn't that subtle about her plans though, because immediately after, he ran to grab her ring and return the question.