How We Met
Justin and I met in our 12th grade English class. He wrote to me on Myspace and asked me to prom — and if I wouldn’t mind going on a few dates first. Obviously, I said yes.
Our freshman year of college we were a state apart, but I missed being with him so much that I drove to visit him every single weekend that I didn’t have softball games. Finally, I transferred to his college.
We stuck together all through college and finally moved in together during our respective grad schools. After graduation, I moved to DC for a fellowship. He didn’t follow at first, thinking I would come back home. Then I took a permanent job, and he decided he had to find a way up to DC himself.
How They Asked
After another two years of looking, he finally found the perfect job in DC. On April 8 of this year, right in the middle of quarantine, he drove across the country to move in with me.
The moment he walked in the door, he told me he had to tell me something (eek!). He said, “I don’t want you to go another night not knowing whether I want to be with you” and he pulled the ring from his pocket.
I said yes, hugged him, and then yelled at him for proposing to me in sweatpants and face cream during the quarantine. Regardless, I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything. Today, April 27, marks 14 years together — but that’s nothing compared to what’s in store.