"I've dated a few Stephanies..."

We met at a restaurant in Chelsea on a Saturday in March. We'd both arrived with friends separately. Eric sat at the bar. Stephanie sat at a nearby table. When Stephanie's friend went to the restroom, leaving her alone at the table, Eric made small talk. "Your name was Stephanie, right? I've dated a lot of Stephanies, and they were all crazy." Stephanie looked at him, and curtly responded, "maybe you're picking the wrong Stephanies." Eric jumped out of his bar seat, and came over to Stephanie's table. He never left.

We've had some adventures---from kiteboarding in Brazil to wine tasting in South Africa to appearing on television to talk about our engagement after I made him hundreds of sandwiches. Our best adventures our yet to come, but no matter where we are, we're happiest together.

Eric, an avid cook, made most of their meals. Stephanie mostly ate. But the only thing Eric wanted her to make for him were sandwiches. One day, she made him a turkey and Swiss cheese on whole wheat bread. That sandwich was so good, Eric told her, "honey, you're 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring."

Those words inspired Stephanie to make him the sandwiches and to launch a blog, 300sandwiches.com, tracking their relationship sandwich by sandwich. Over time, their love grew deeper, the sandwiches tastier, and Stephanie's cooking skills improved greatly. But, she didn't make it to sandwich #300 when Eric proposed...

...that's because Eric popped the question when Stephanie was preparing sandwich #257, a grilled fish sandwich, while they were on vacation in Barbados. Naturally, she said yes. And yes, she still continued to make him sandwiches.