We met in college, studying abroad in Ecuador. We spent the first week getting to know each other, flirting shyly as we realized how much we have in common. One night, in the town of Apuela, our whole class was staying in a small resort where a local band was playing bomba music. We danced and laughed all night with the band, and when the music ended we had our first kiss. We spent one more week of bliss traveling to the coast, knowing that when we finally went home to Vermont we had something real and exciting between us.

It was a sunny afternoon, I had finished up work and we were deciding what to do. Harry suggested we go for a picnic paddle and I suggested we do chores. After some back and forth I finally relented and agreed the chores could wait. As he started packing my suspicions grew (he usually throws a couple of beers in the boat). The boat started to fill. A cooler, a blanket, full charcuterie spread, bottle of wine, you get the gist. We set up at our favorite island spot and chatted about all of the highs and lows of the summer. He got the ring out and asked if we could continue our adventures, with every high and low, for the rest of our lives. It was an easy 'yes'. Can't wait to celebrate with all of you!