Oh, well if this isnt the most romantic story of all time..a real fairytale. Picture this, I was sitting alone at the bar on the biggest party night of the year - Thanksgiving Eve. As I sat there, downing cherry bombs and lemon drops, I was wondering how my life came full circle. From leaving this area behind, living along the coast for years, to coming home - reuniting with old friends and most certainly, drinking more than necessary... I looked around wondering where anyone that I came with dissapeared to...suddenly, this EXTREMELY attractive guy comes up to me, and lays on this line "we should go to dinner one night.. ever been to Nikkos?" That was it. I laughed at the sub-par pick up, he bought me a drink and walked away. But that was just enough to spark my interest. I sought him out, bought him a drink, and we spent the rest of the night dancing..drinking..laughing. The next morning, I wondered if he would even remember the offer. Turns out - only a few days later - we went on that first date. | Nikkos | and the rest is history.

On the day of my parent's wedding anniversary, Alec arranged for a couple's photoshoot in one of my favorite towns. A town with so many memories (and now my favorite one). It was storming all morning, we planned to reschedule the photoshoot - but as the clouds cleared away we decided to just go for it. It was misting, cold, windy, and Alec wanted nothing more than to go out on the slippery rocks before the photographer even had her equipment. Me, being, the strong willed and argumentive woman that I am, adamently refused, confused as to why he wanted to go out there so badly. At this point he just blurted out "you're getting proposed to - go get on the rocks." We both laughed at the undeniably "imperfect" situation, but I would say yes, over and over again.