Megan and Brett
How We Met
Brett and I met when we were in elementary school in the same grade. He was always one of those super-athletic kids who was good at everything, while I was what you could’ve labeled a “shrimp.” In elementary school, we were arch enemies. He thought of me as the annoying teacher’s pet and I thought of him as the know-it-all mean boy. When we were in the same class in 5th grade, there was one specific incident where I caused our class to lose a game at Field Day. Eleven year old Brett informed me that I was the reason that our class lost the game and, of course, I cried over it. As any ten year old would do in this situation, I decided to tattle on him to our teacher and got him in trouble. I have always joked that if you had told me in the 5th grade that Brett and I would be getting married, I would have vowed to never marry. You could definitely say that I did not see any of this coming. Fast forward to high school. During freshman year, Brett and I slowly built a friendship. Whether it was catching up in class, or talking in the gym on our lunch break, we found ourselves gravitating toward each other as friends. To me, he was always that cute, curly headed boy with an easy laugh and great sense of humor that I loved being around, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. At the start of our senior year, Brett and I found ourselves in the same college credit English 101 class that was offered at our high school. I sat next to Brett on that first day of class and joked with him that he would never be able to wake up and be on time for class. He insisted that he would be able to make it on time if I drove him to school every day. At the time, I wanted to help out my friend, so I agreed. From the minute he got into my car that first time, until we got to school, we found easy conversation. I felt a sense of comfort being around Brett that I had not experienced with anyone before. Each morning was a similar routine, and we found ourselves developing a deeper connection that we both started to feel. When we weren’t together at school, the text messages between us went from a once in a while thing to an all the time thing. Sometime in the fall, I found myself without a date for Winter Formal. Brett was quick to jump in and say he would love to take me if I wanted to go with him. Of course, I accepted his offer immediately. I thought, “Who wouldn’t want to go to the dance with their best friend?” He even agreed to go with me to pick out my dress and a matching tie for him.
Finally, one night in early November, while texting Brett, I confessed to him that I had feelings for him, to which he replied that he had feelings for me, too. No one was surprised when we started spending a lot more time together. Apparently our connection had been obvious to everyone around us, but it took us a little longer to realize it. In December, we went to Winter Formal together and he asked me to be his girlfriend that night.
Our relationship has been through many trials and tests in the eight and a half years that have passed since high school. We ended up at two different colleges. Brett was on a scholarship for baseball at Ohio University and I was in school at Marshall University to become a teacher. After college, Brett continued his baseball career by playing professionally in the minor leagues for two years. This opportunity for him left us facing a 3,000 mile distance and a 3 hour time difference between us. It was not by any means easy, but I’m thankful for that time because it only strengthened our relationship. Brett and I recently bought a house in our hometown. I am a teacher at the elementary school where we first met and Brett is an outside salesman for a building supply company. Brett is my very best friend. I truly could not imagine my life without him. I love his honesty, sense of humor, playfulness, and his drive to constantly better himself. We love to have fun and laugh together, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives doing just that.
how they asked
During the spring of 2016, Brett and I began looking at engagement rings. Brett has never been one to rush anything, so I knew not to get to too excited just yet. In April, Brett bought my ring and began planning the proposal. I knew he was planning something and that he had the ring, but I had no clue what to expect. Many seemingly good occasions for him to propose had come and gone all spring, and I was starting to wonder if he was ever going to propose! (Girls, you know what I mean!) Brett had been coaching a 14U travel baseball team all spring, so we had a trip to Cincinnati, Ohio, planned for the weekend before the 4th of July. We had decided to come back on the morning of the 4th so that we wouldn’t miss my family’s cookout and the fireworks show that evening. I spent most of the weekend sitting in the rain at a baseball field. At the end of the weekend, Brett surprised me by saying that he had made reservations for us at a nice restaurant downtown. While getting ready for dinner, I couldn’t help but think that the proposal MUST be happening that night. We were greeted at dinner by our waiter who informed us that Brett’s team had even called the restaurant ahead of time and bought us a bottle of wine for our date. I thought, “Do they know something I don’t know?” We had the most amazing dinner, but again, the night yielded no proposal. I was completely thrown off! On Monday morning, we started our trip back to West Virginia. Brett said he needed to stop and get gas, so we pulled over to the nearest gas station. While the car was filling up, he we went inside to get us something to drink. He returned with two bottles of water and threw me a Ring Pop. He beamed at me and said, “Today’s the day you’ve been waiting for!” Of course, I was not thrilled with his joke because he knew I was patiently waiting on the real thing. I shot him back some snide remarks, but ended up putting on the candy ring and smiled for a SnapChat picture, which Brett quickly sent to both of our sisters. I saw that they each took a screen shot of the picture when he sent it, but didn’t think much about it.
As we drove home, the weather threatened to derail our 4th of July plans. It continued to rain for most of the day, and we were informed that our town had decided to postpone the annual fireworks because of the rain that were forecasted for the evening. My dad has a 4th of July party every year. We have a great view of the town’s fireworks display from his backyard. I was bummed because I thought the fireworks show was surely when Brett had the proposal planned for. We went on to my dad’s house for our 4th of July festivities anyway and brought our party indoors. Around 9:00, the weather finally cleared enough to go outside to sit by the fire pit. Brett mysteriously went inside the house, but I was busy taking pictures with my sisters, so I didn’t notice how long he was gone. When he came back outside, I was sitting in a chair next to the fire. Brett grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. We quickly walked hand in hand around the side of the house. As we neared the front of the house, I could see the glow of a bright light coming from the front lawn. When we got to the front lawn, I saw a huge fireworks display burning on the field next to the house. As we walked toward the fireworks, Brett looked at me and said, “I’m doing something for you. Do you know what it is?” At that point, I knew exactly what was happening. We got as close as we could to the fireworks and I watched as he got down on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. He held my hand and asked me to marry him. I somehow was able to get out a “Yes!” in the shocked state that I was in. He put the ring on my finger and we kissed by the fireworks. It was the most magical thing I have ever been a part of! I am still shocked that he was able to pull off the surprise. As the fireworks died down, I looked over by the house to see my family cheering and taking pictures. We spent the rest of the evening celebrating that perfect surprise with my family.
Brett and I will be married on September 16, 2017 at his grandparents’ home.