It is amazing how a seemingly insignificant chain of events can lead to the most life altering of happenstances.

Had, on November 22, 2015, neither of us decided to go to a University of Utah football game…

Had a cold rain not started pelting down on us halfway through the game…

Had we not opted to leave the game for a warmer option…

Had we not each wandered into Gracie's…

Had we not sat at tables right next to each other…

That's it, that's our story. We met at a bar. We wouldn't change it for the world and we thank God everyday for leading us on such a seemingly simple journey that would forever join our lives in the most spectacular of ways.

Johnnie could write quite an extensive prologue to our proposal with all of his initial planning and sneaking that I was in no way savvy to, but we'll skip that chapter for now and go straight into the fun part…

I'm in New York. I'm spending the weekend with two of my closest college friends, Ashley and Meg. Johnnie is staying in Utah to work on his thesis.

I spend Saturday walking the city, shopping, visiting museums. Johnnie spends it secretly flying across the country and getting picked up at the airport by Ashley's fiancé, Buzz.

The girls and I are walking to meet up with Buzz to make our dinner reservation. Johnnie is standing and waiting in front of the Rockefeller Center.

As we approach Rockefeller Center, everyone but me darts off to the side. Confused and disoriented, it takes me a minute to realize that the handsome (un-bearded) man walking towards me is Johnnie.

He grabs my hands. He tells me all kinds of wonderful, romantic things that neither of us can remember a lick of. He gets down on one knee and asks me to marry him.

Easiest answer of my life.

We spend the evening celebrating, surrounded by wonderful friends, neither of us able to wipe the silly grins off our faces.

I'd say that trumps our "we met in a bar" story. Good work, Johnnie.