Our Story

I love stories. I always have. I love reading them, writing them, and telling them. I love stories that make me both laugh and cry; stories that captivate my attention and take my breath away. I love stories that you tell over and over again and never get old. I especially love stories that you know will undoubtedly have a happy ending.

I have such a story to share with you.

A little over a year ago, my friend Beth introduced me to her longtime friend, Drew Carter. She told me he was a high school counselor and football coach moving to the area and she had met him years ago at a church camp where he was lifeguard. She told me that he was hilarious and had a great sense of humor. She told me that he was a genuine person. With all that to say, the first thing I asked her was “how tall is he?”

After our first phone conversation, we both knew that there was a connection. We bonded over our mutual fondness for Adam Sandler and Chris Farley. Who knew? We met a few days later and a few days after that again, and then again.

Fast forward thirteen months- On July 2nd 2009, I called Beth to tell her we were engaged.

Drew and I visited friends, Jeff and Julie, in Las Vegas for the Fourth of July weekend. On our first night there, we went to the Venetian for dinner. Arriving early for our dinner reservation, Drew and Jeff went off to look at a Lamborghini show room while Julie and I looked around a few shops. (Incidentally, I had not been feeling well all day and spent more time in the fancy restrooms than the luxurious stores. However, it was time well spent because it made me finally feel better.) We walked to the front of the hotel to meet up with Jeff and Drew.

When we walked outside and down to the entrance to the Grand Canal, I saw Drew standing there. To my surprise, he was dressed up in a tuxedo holding a dozen red roses with a gondola waiting behind him.

There could have been 100 other people out there or 10. All I saw was Drew. He ushered me into the boat and sat me down on the bench. Standing before me, he told me how much he loved me and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He told me that he had asked my parents for their permission and blessing. He moved down onto his knee and pulled a box from his pocket, opening it to show a ring. He asked me to marry him.

And I said yes. With all of my heart, yes!

As we floated along on the gondola he gave me a second box, a blue Tiffany’s box with a note that read, “Tiffany, I want you to pick out something you love as much as I love you. Yours Forever, Drew.” In the background, the singing gondolier serenaded our ride down the Grand Canal.

It truly was a fairytale proposal. And the best part of my story is that it’s only the beginning.