I remember the first day I met Jen, it was right before Covid. We had gotten to know each other over a dating app and finally wanted to meet and get to know each other. She came over on a sunny afternoon where we sat on the porch and sipped beers while chatting and learning more about one another. I remember how refreshing it was to just be able to sit and get to know someone. She told me about her life in Arizona, and about her dog. She told me about her parents, and about her crafting abilities.

I remember thinking how comfortable I felt talking to her, and how easy it was. I remember when she was leaving that I didn't really want the afternoon to end. Fortunately for me I would spend the next seven straight days with her; it was one of the better weeks I've ever had in my life. I wouldn't change a thing about it.

I had always told her when the time came that I would only be able to afford a ring pop. I think over the years she started to believe me. I proposed on opening day of the Mariners season, we took our dog for a walk and I chose a nice spot near a stream. I was much more nervous than I thought I would be, so I decided if I didn't just get on one knee right then, that I would probably chicken out.

I told her that unfortunately I didn't have a ring pop but I did have something else. I opened up the box of the ring she loved that she didn't think she'd ever see again because she found it at a once a year gem show. She immediately started to cry, clearly disappointed that it wasn't a ring pop. But I think it all worked out in the end.

Over the years we have grown up so much together, she has helped me take so many positive steps in my life and in our life together. For example, I do laundry now. Pretty cool. I never want to go back to my life before her, she is my favorite part of every day and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her. And my laundry piles smelled pretty terrible.

I cannot wait to marry you, Jen. I love you.

Registry