We met at Logan's Roadhouse through my bestie Mary. She had told me about this tattooed boy she'd seen at the bar who looked like a linebacker, and she thought we'd hit it off. She was right.

We watched Star Wars at his apartment, and I brought cookies. It was pretty much love at first sight for both of us.

We left our lives in Abilene, TX for bigger and greener pastures in Oklahoma City.

He left early to get breakfast on the morning of my birthday - Whataburger and cupcakes, because of COURSE - and I woke up when I heard him come in the front door. I called out to him, he walked in the bedroom and got something out of his dresser drawer. He crawled on the bed, and as I laid there trying to figure out what was going on - he opened the ring box, which held my Grandmother's ring, and told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me.