We met on Discord through mutual friends—bonding, as all great romances do, over a terrible Excel pun. One joke led to another, and soon we were deep in a back-and-forth that outlasted the rest of the conversation (and most of the group's patience). We started talking more while Robyn was in Hawaii with her sister and niece, and Tim was interviewing for a new job. Between outfit reviews and updates from opposite time zones, something sparked.

Neither of us were looking for a long-distance relationship, but Tim invited Robyn to a “Friendsgiving” he was hosting for our online group. In person, everything just clicked. Robyn extended her stay, and we spent the week cooking, laughing, and generally being obnoxiously well-matched—Tim was the only one who truly appreciated her dinner prep Gantt chart.

After she went back home, Robyn moped around until her mom (who had once flown to Texas to reunite with her own long-lost love) gave her the nudge: “Just go see him again.” So she did—and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

The proposal came under the wing of a fighter jet (because, of course it did), after dinner and a Hans Zimmer candlelight concert. Tim says he was nervous. Robyn says he didn't phrase the question right the first time, so she made him ask again. ("Will you?" is not how you are supposed to ask it.) But she did say yes... eventually.

Our favorite date spots range from the Arboretum to the power tools aisle at Home Depot, often capped off with a Sonic cherry limeade. But mostly, we love doing life together, whether that means tackling tough days as a team, refilling each other’s water bottles, or making sure the bird feeder is stocked.

We make a good team—he handles the hard stuff, she handles the soft stuff... he handles all the soft stuff she pouts about not wanting to do—and we couldn’t be more excited to make it official.

Even if that includes more trips to Michael's than Tim was ever expecting to suffer through in his life.