Our first date was at a cocktail bar called Jaybird.
After having been together for seven months and just two days shy of my thirtieth birthday, he proposed.
After about a week, he told me that he was going to marry me.
We were kicked out of the venue at two am, but kept the party going at a studio nearby until five.
Days before the actual wedding, we had a picnic for our guests with paella and local basque cake and drank countless bottles of rose.
I wrote my vows, while Troy insisted on winging it. He stood up across from me and just said what was on his heart in that moment.
Our DJ, no joke, was named DJ Low Budget—but he was fabulous. We danced until he had to leave, and then we hit the town.
We picked out the ring together. It’s a gray diamond that looks like it has little flecks of sparkle suspended in it.
Matt managed to get hot cheese all over his jeans on our first date.
I trust him and I know he always has my back.
We smoked cuban cigars and watched our friends set off illegal fireworks.
I said 'I Love You' on the very first date.