One wintry day in December, I joined my friends at a fun festival they hosted, called "The First Annual Mistletoe Gala. " I met my soon-to-be fiancé Matt there, among countless other revelers. We sat at the same table, chatting the entire evening away. We both had a wonderful time, sharing jokes and telling stories as sparks flew between us. But as the party wrapped up, we lost each other in the shuffle and ended the night without saying goodbye. Fast forward to a random Thursday evening in January. We had been dating for three years and had shared a home for a year and a half (to the day, actually). Matt pointed out that it was our anniversary, and I responded with a fun, "Yay, high five for one and a half years of being roommates! " Matt answered by giving me one of those bubble-shaped jewelry containers from a quarter machine. I have never been one to love fancy jewelry, and I am the proud owner of several other bubble-container treasures from Matt, including a dolphin pendant necklace and a woven bracelet. This time, though, instead of the mood ring I was expecting, I found my great-grandmother's wedding set. I said yes!