It all started at a bar.

But really, Craig and I met at a bar.

It was Saturday, September 28, 2013 in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and our Ole Miss Rebels were taking on the Alabama Crimson Tide in their home stadium. Morale for our ability to win the game was low, but as usual, our spirits were high. It was in the crowded Innisfree Irish Pub when I first spotted Craig. He standing on the opposite side of me on the long wooden bar, and I could not keep my eyes off of him. Finally, after probably a minute of awkwardly trying to lock eyes with him, his eyes found mine, and he smiled.

"That boy is smiling at me," I said to my friend Kathryn next to me. "I need to meet him."

Needless to say, in my mind, this was perfectly enough reason for me to initiate a conversation. How did I choose to do this, you might wonder? Well, after Kathryn and I made our way to his end of the bar, I had her physically shove me into him.

And in that moment, aggressively throwing my shoulders into a blond stranger at a bar, I met my future husband.

From Tuscaloosa to Oxford to Memphis, and wherever the world takes us in the future, I know that every time I look into Craig's piercing blue eyes, I will continue to fall more in love with him.