Once upon a time, a girl got married. No, not this girl, a different girl. An Ashley girl (more on her later). And Ashley was getting her wedding dress fitted one morning, and this girl (that’s me, Sarah) went with her to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Ashley was getting married to a guy named Greg, who played a game called rugby. Now, Sarah had always liked rugby, and used to go to high school rugby games with a girl named Rachel (more on her later, too). So, when Ashley invited Sarah to go to a “rugby alumni weekend” with her, she said absolutely not. She knew what rugby boys were like, after all; with their short shorts and crazy songs, it’s a wonder they can still walk on Mondays. So, it’s a good thing that Ashley is preeeeetty convincing, or else this would be where our story would end. Meanwhile, on a rugby pitch not so far far away, Travis was equally unsuspecting of the momentous day that was about to occur. In fact, he was covered in dirt, extremely hungry (surprise, surprise), and surrounded by dudes calling him, “Single Trav.” Little did they know, am I right? “Single Trav” was very excited to be hanging out with the bros later in a land called He’s Not Here in Chapel Hill, North Carolina… where he would, indeed, be there, luckily for our story. And it is in fair He’s Not where we lay our scene, from ancient proposal lead to new love coined, where civil union makes civil hands joined. But I digress.

Fast forward to the afternoon, where Travis started making googly blue eyes at a crazy-haired, green-eyed girl (again, that’s me), and with just one look, “Single Trav” was history. Well, I would say it happened as soon as their gaze met that first time, but realistically it was probably the second time. Or maybe the third time? It’s really hard to say, as the stares went on and on and on for what felt like years, but was likely more like 30 minutes. At one point, Travis turned to another bro and stated that he was going to see how far this could go on without one of them caving and saying something to the other. They’re both, clearly, very stubborn. In the interest of time, I’ll tell you that their fated meeting was all because the dude Greg is rather forthright and the girl Ashley knows Sarah a bit too well, but eventually Travis caved first and came over to introduce himself. And they talked and they talked and they talked for the rest of the evening, before deciding that they quite liked talking and that maybe they should do it again sometime. And so they got brunch. And they went to see a bad movie (I wouldn’t recommend the film, but they both recommend the company). And they got ice cream. And tacos. And pizza. Are you sensing a trend, yet? And that went on for a while—like I said before, they are both pretty stubborn, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to any of you reading this—until at last, Sarah went on a family vacation with Travis’s family. And after that, almost comically, they figured they might as well make it official. On the 15th day of their birthday month, Travis and Sarah became #youandme.

Since then, a few things have happened. They took a trip together, where they said, "I love you" for the first time on a rooftop in Chicago with the city skyline as their backdrop. Sarah graduated from graduate school. Travis started working for Habitat for Humanity. They moved to Macon (Georgia) with their dog (also called Georgia). They got a cat. They became obsessed with The Great British Baking Show (but did very little real baking). And this year, in Savannah, Travis gave Sarah the best day of her life (so far), creating a day full of love and friends that ended with a couple of glasses of sparkling rose, a bend down on one knee, a glittering ring, and an important question. And in the year 2018, on the 21st day of the month of diamonds and daisies, April, they will become husband and wife.