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When I met Jake at Sloopy’s bar during a Badger football game, it wasn’t love at first sight. He thought I was stuck-up; I thought he was arrogant. When one of my girlfriends started dating one of his friends, our run-ins became more frequent. Many weeks later, after some liquid courage and our usual banter, Jake kissed me. (Ask Jake, and he will say I kissed him.) Our distaste for one other had suddenly turned into love!

In April 2012, Steve pursued me by coming for haircuts, every three weeks, to the salon where I worked. In June 2013, I decided to give the relationship a shot and agreed to a date. We developed a strong connection and, in November 2013, were surprised with an unexpected pregnancy. Knowing we wanted to be married before Landen was born, Steve and I wed at the courthouse in La Crosse on June 6, 2014.

Mark and I are the classic story of high school sweethearts who vowed to take on the rest of life’s adventures together. After dating for seven years, we became engaged and made the gutsy choice to have an early May wedding in Wisconsin—not knowing if we would have snow, a torrential downpour, or decent weather. The forecast was the first sign that everything was going to fall into place just perfectly.

A few days after my birthday, I was asked the question every girl dreams of being asked. Colin, my parents, and I returned home from a celebratory dinner where mom’s homemade birthday cupcakes awaited. After overindulging at dinner, I tried to pass on dessert. Colin insisted I eat a cupcake, even bringing me one with a lit birthday candle. As I reached for it, he got down on one knee to ask me to marry him. Twinkling underneath the candle and propped up in the icing of the cupcake was the most gorgeous ring! I was completely caught off guard. To this day, Colin still thinks I forgot to say, “Yes!” The cupcake I almost passed up was the best cupcake I’ll ever have.

As cliché as it sounds, our wedding was a fairy tale. Our ceremony was at St. Joseph’s Cathedral, where I’ll never forget walking down the aisle with my dad, as the sun shone through the stained-glass windows. Locking eyes with my soon-to-be husband, who was smiling from ear-to-ear, I tried hard not to tear up! Although thunderstorms were predicted periodically that day, we lucked out with sunny and 80-degree weather, perfect for a trolley ride around La Crosse after the ceremony.

I admit it. I hinted about the perfect proposal: hidden photographer, nails and make up en pointe, and a cute outfit. Of course, Josh did the opposite—and I wouldn’t have it any other way! After returning home via a delayed flight from a weekend girls’ trip to Nashville, I felt gross. I was getting a cold, wearing sweats, and I was hungry. I called Josh on my way home but felt like he was distracted. Shortly before midnight, I arrived, dragging in my luggage. After shutting the door, I turned around and found Josh on one knee. There was a beautiful banner, and there were candles and a candlelight dinner. It was perfect, and of course I said, “Yes!”