When we were in 8th grade, Bryan asked me to be his girlfriend 3 times in one week. I told him no every single time, before I finally decided to give him a chance the 4th time. The rest is history. Who would've thought all these years later we'd be getting married?

Bryan convinced me to go to Nashville to go wander around last minute. I asked him to stop for cupcakes, and I whined when he made a pit stop on the way. At that pit stop on 12th Avenue, he pulled out the ring he'd been carrying around on every date we went on for 6 months and got down on one knee. I immediately said yes!