Ed remembered little things. He brought me single sunflowers because he knew I loved them more than expensive bouquets. He packed my favorite sandwiches for picnics. When I had awful days at work, he showed up with ice cream and terrible jokes that somehow always made me laugh.
He made me feel seen.
Safe.
Chosen.
So when he proposed on a pier at sunset with shaking hands and hopeful eyes, saying yes felt as natural as breathing.
A few weeks later, I brought him home to meet the most important person in my life besides my mother.
My older brother, Ryan.
