We’re Engaged!

May 3rd — a date I will never, ever forget.

I thought we were just heading out for a sweet little family photo session. You know — get some cute shots with Andrew, maybe Koda, enjoy the sunshine, and call it a day. I hadn’t even done my nails. Classic me. There were absolutely zero red flags, zero suspicions. Just a regular day in my book.

And then — BOOM! I was engaged.

One second we’re posing, the next Andrew is down on one knee… and honestly? I blacked out a little. In true Kylah fashion, I didn’t even give him a chance to say “Will you marry me?” I screamed, snatched the ring (yep, snatched), shoved it on my finger, and started blabbering about how I had no idea this was happening and how crazy it all was.

Poor Andrew — he didn’t even get to finish his sentence. But if you know me, you know that tracks.

I was completely shocked, overwhelmed, and absolutely over the moon. It felt like the whole world tilted in the best way possible. One minute I was smiling for the camera, and the next, I was looking at the man I love, realizing that we were about to start forever together.

It wasn’t “perfect” in the Pinterest sense — my nails weren’t done, I didn’t have a clue, and I very literally interrupted my own proposal — but it was so us. Loud, joyful, messy, full of love.

And the best part? I said yes (with or without Andrew getting to ask).