A long time coming.

Levi and I have been together for close to six years.

We've been married for four of those years and nothing has changed.

We're still best friends and the most awkward people you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting.

He proposed to me on his 19th birthday. (Whaat? We're young.)

He was acting super strange all day and I was getting worried.

I would ask him what was going on and he wouldn't tell me anything.

I had a baby the size of a cantaloupe in my belly and I kept telling myself that 

I didn't have time to deal with his weirdness, damnit!

He said he wanted to go to the park for his birthday and I reluctantly agreed.

( I was pregnant and walking long distances didn't seem like the best time.)

So before we got to the park, he bought me lunch.

Once we pulled into the park's parking lot I opened the center console to fit my

 over-sized drink in there and when I did, I spotted a box.

I quickly closed the console and said "I think I found something I shouldn't have."

He looked at me with complete and utter disappointment and said "of course you did, I can't hide anything from you!" We both started laughing and over my pregnant belly and fried chicken in my lap, he asked me to marry him. After I said yes, he explained his plan to propose to me in the park. 

 Three months later, we had our baby girl. Three months after that, we were married in the courthouse surrounded by a few of our loved ones. 

We were young, new parents and just figuring everything out. 

But ever since he asked me to marry him, we planned to have a real wedding 

on our 5th wedding anniversary. 

Two weeks ago was our 4th wedding anniversary, which means we have less than a year to plan our wedding! 

Two super-dorks, in love.