Matt's Version I remember the day we first met. We had connected online and were meeting up for an impromptu date, during happy hour on the rooftop of Moto-i. You were wearing a sleeveless dress and your cool folding sunglasses, hot pink of course. Even though it was late summer, I was wearing a thin flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I don't remember what we talked about but I do remember that sitting on the rooftop in the direct sunlight, I was sweating profusely. You didn't seem to mind and would laugh as I mopped my brow, teasing me by asking if it was because I was nervous. We hit it off right away. You were about to move to Ecuador in a few weeks and were so excited. We eagerly exchanged travel stories and would have talked for hours but we had to cut it short because I had a Hungarian lesson to get to. Something that seemed to impress you, slightly. As we were leaving, you mentioned that I should call you later to see what you were up to. At that moment, the skies turned gray and the rain began to fall. You made a quick exit and dashed for your bike. It didn't occur to me until I reached my car that maybe I should have offered you a ride. I called you and you answered laughing, exclaiming that you had already made it home but thanks for thinking of you, eventually. You were surprised when I called you later that night and we arranged to go with your friends for an open mic at the local comedy club. This time, I dressed more appropriately. We had a lovely evening. Every time one of us laughed we would turn and look at each other with a gleam in our eye. We were together that night until the wee hours of the morning lighting off leftover fireworks from the 4th of July, shreiking with laughter and running when someone screamed at us from an upstairs window. That night started the countdown until you left for Ecuador. You would leave and I would go back to how life had been before I met you. Except that it didn't. Even though you were trying to play it cool, I could tell you liked me. And I sure as hell liked you, and I'm sure it was obvious. I've never been good at keeping things from you. After you left, I didn't hear from you for awhile but pretty soon, we were messaging daily. You kept me abreast of your exploits and I was excited about my new job. We talked and talked. Pretty soon I was making plans to come down to visit you at Christmas and then Spring Break. When I arrived in Ecuador that spring, and wasn't allowed to enter the country due to an issue with my passport, I was crestfallen. I spent the whole next week curled up in bed in a state of doom and gloom, trying to shut the world out. Later that week, I got a message from you saying that you had a long weekend for Easter and we're going to take some extra days. It took me a moment to realize what you were saying. Long pause. "Baby, I booked a flight. I'm coming to see you." I think it was then, that I knew you were the one. That I wanted to be with you. You picked me up and dusted me off, just like you always do. Telling me not to worry anymore, that we would be together soon. And that was the turning point. The beginning of our journey together. I knew that I was ready to do whatever it took to be with you. At the end of the school year, I came to visit you. Shortly thereafter I was offered a job at your school and in the coming year I followed you to Ecuador. We spent 3 wonderful years there together. Crossing the Andes multiple times in our old VW van with our dog Frida curled up at our feet and the back seats filled with friends. Now we find ourselves on a new adventure in India. I love my life and I love you. I wouldn't change anything and did I mention? ... I love you, I love you, I love you. Obviously, Frida runs a close second. The life I have, I wouldn't have with out you. And I want to spend the rest of it with you, by my side. Forever and ever. Amen. Brenda's Version Way back in July 2014, we matched online, and met up for a date. Sparks were flying by the end of the night (literally, lighting fireworks in uptown Minneapolis in the street). I was off to Ecuador 2 weeks later, and it was decided the we would stay in touch online. Everything fell into place, and Matthew landed a job teaching at the same school in Quito while visiting me in June 2015. Matthew had 7 days to pack up and sell his entire apartment. We enjoyed 3 years of ups and down (once again, literally as we were living in the Andes Mountains), and we even managed to survive completely breaking our engine in the classic VW Kombi we bought. We decided it was time to move on from our Ecuador post, and we landed a job in Mumbai, India in which I organized every detail to get Matthew, myself, and our sweet street pup to Mumbai. Matthew works in an office in the primary section of the school with 8 ladies, and I think they put the pressure on! Matthew decided it was time to propose, and he organized getting his grandmother's ring fitted for my size. The day had come to pick up the ring, and within about an hour Matthew had proposed because he was really excited (and also terrible at keeping secrets/surprises). We're so excited to begin this next adventure, and we can't wait to have you join us in Minneapolis, MN!