It was love at first swipe, like something straight out of a modern romance novel. We met on Tinder—because, you know, how else do people meet these days? And honestly, the rest is history. Right away, we clicked. Soni’s dry, sarcastic humor blended perfectly with Tyler’s, while Tyler’s laid-back, calm vibe balanced Soni out in a way that just worked. Two peas in a pod, really. It didn’t take long for our feelings to grow, and here we are today. We’re constantly making each other laugh, challenging each other, and learning new things about one another. It’s been a wild ride and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

On our 1-year anniversary, Tyler planned the ultimate romantic picnic at the Royal Botanic Gardens. There was champagne, a canvas for painting each other’s faces, and a setup so dreamy I almost suspected he’d copied it from Pinterest. Now, for months leading up to this, Tyler had been acting very suspicious—hiding his phone, dodging questions—I wasn’t thinking proposal. Honestly, I thought I’d caught him in some other kind of “situation” (ahem). During the picnic, he handed me a photo album filled with our cutest moments. Each page had a sweet message, and as I flipped through, I thought, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if this ended with ‘Will you marry me?’” Then I laughed it off because, come on, too soon! But lo and behold, there it was—a picture of a ring and those four words. I looked up, and Tyler was there with the ring in his hand. My first response? “Nooo!”—not because I didn’t want to marry him, but because I thought I was hallucinating. Thankfully, he didn’t take my reaction to heart, and of course, I said yes. For the record, I always knew Tyler was the one. On one of our early dates, I even told him, “I’m going to marry you someday.” He just smiled (probably panicked), but on May 11th, he made it official. And clearly, he knows how to keep me on my toes.