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.
After being engaged for two years and together for six, our wedding could not have come soon enough! And though it came and went in the blink of an eye, the day holds many unforgettable memories since it was filled with laughter and a large amount of love from family and friends.
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.
We met as students at Lourdes High School and started dating Tyler’s senior year of high school and my freshman year at the College of Saint Benedict. After high school, Tyler went to college at nearby St. John’s University. We continued dating and moved back to Rochester after graduation.
It all began one night, six years ago, when I was trying to avoid a persistent person on the dance floor. Scanning the room, I noticed a guy who seemed familiar. I asked him if he would pretend to be my boyfriend to get the other guy to leave. Jacob eagerly agreed, and we danced the rest of the night away.
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!”
Jeremy and I worked in the same building but never met until a mutual friend decided we would be perfect for each other. Though we were skeptical when we met at a casual happy hour after work, we knew something was different. Our relationship grew from there, and our love grew stronger despite meeting four months before I had to move from Omaha, Neb., to Rochester. Jeremy proposed a year and a half later on an amazing family trip to Sweden.
“Beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat!”
– Joanne Woodward
The hilarious, witty, and at times slightly inappropriate man I chose to share my life with helped remind me not to sweat the small things on our special day, and had me laughing until my cheeks hurt. I was sad that my father, who passed when I was 19, was not there to walk me down the aisle. And there were a few glitches along the way, however, these hiccups could not stop Ben from making me smile and laugh the entire day.