Who would have imagined that six hours on the phone and a spontaneous proposal to escape to the Bahamas would all start with a simple swipe on Bumble? At that moment, I wondered whether I was the luckiest guy alive or just setting myself up for a cameo on a missing person's poster. But hey, we've all seen at least one episode of 90 Day Fiancé, right? I mean, meeting in person first, only seemed logical before jet setting to paradise.

Our first date at Boomerjacks was, to put it mildly, unique. Picture me, two hours late because of a hair crisis! And Boomerjacks? It's the kind of down-to-earth sports bar where nostalgia meets beef and cheese nachos, and not the to-go box kind you take home to momma.

Then here she rolls up in this All American monster of a Tahoe. It's like seeing a chihuahua driving an army tank. Out hops this tiny blonde bombshell, all 100lbs dripping wet, sunglasses at night, strutting like she's about to buy the place or burn it down, I couldn't tell which.

Fast forward from those Bumble beginnings to a beachside wedding. It's been a hell of a year. From 'Did we really just do that?' moments to now, mapping out forever. Reflecting on it all, I can't help but think – I really am the luckiest guy in the world!

-Paul Carruth