Many girls go through a stage when they are obsessed with the idea of getting married; planning, talking about who they are going to marry, how many kids they are going to have—typical 13-year-old-girl talk. But that was not me. I never had the desire to get married and I never wanted kids. I was always content thinking of my future as one based around my work and helping out my parents. Of course, I had some relationships where the future was brought up. We'd make plans, but nothing ever excited me. But that all changed when I met my current boyfriend, Bryce.

We met when I was a sophomore in college—a little less than two years ago–and from the first look, I knew I wanted him in my life. Little did I know at that point in time exactly how he was going to fit into it. He was cute, obviously. He was fit from being a swimmer and I am pretty sure he talked 100 miles an hour, but gosh, was he something special.—so special, to the point that any guys that previously had caught my eye went right out the door. But don't worry. He felt the same way and made it quite obvious.

We had known each other for about a month, which we spent texting and hanging out A LOT. After that, he finally decided to ask me out. At that point in time, I knew something was different with him. I was always talking about him, always wondering what he was doing, and I was getting jealous when he would talk to someone other than me. So, being reasonable, I turned him down. That just lead him to ask me out again, to which I gave a maybe. His response? "OK, so we're dating." Did I mention that he's bossy, too?

Anyway, fast-forward to about a month into our relationship when he springs the big ol' "I love you" on me. My head, body, and every other part of me was screaming to run. Who says that after two months of knowing someone? Instead, I had to fight back from saying it right back to him, a month into our relationship. That's when I knew that I was in trouble.

Fast forward another few months: the "I love you" was flowing out like melted butter and everything was amazing. Then, I realized something: I wanted to marry this man. It wasn't when we were gazing into each other's eyes talking about our future or when we were cuddled up watching a movie. It was when I saw him interacting with my family—he was playing basketball with my dad and brothers. (I mean, he's no NBA star.) It was when he was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with my little cousin. It was when he was thanking my mom for all she had done for him. That was when I knew—when any slight doubt in my mind disappeared. I knew I wanted to marry him and that my crazy butt wasn't going to let him go anywhere.

So here I am, a year and seven months into the greatest decision I have ever made. I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to our "Phantom Of the Opera"-themed wedding, a board for our children's rooms, and a board for how we (or I) will organize our house. And I'm not scared. I don't want to run when we talk about our plans. Instead, I get excited and give my input. I don't panic when he talks about marrying me. Instead, I give him crap about not officially asking for my hand yet. When he talks about children's names, I get online and have very in-depth conversations with him. We talk about why we can't have this name because of that girl who bullied me one time or that name because he thinks it will sound weird to call an adult.

I wasn't looking for love or anyone to plan a life with, but he showed up guns blazing, ready to sweep me off my feet, and it has been amazing. Now, people get annoyed because I always talk about wedding details and how I honestly can't wait to change my last name.

Any time I'm on my phone, I'm adding ideas to my Pinterest boards and planning out the future that's become so easy for me to see.