When we travel, we go out to eat. We see the wine list. We make questionable financial decisions. Repeat. Help fund our honeymoon habit!"

Freya will not be attending the wedding. We considered it. We really did. But after careful reflection, we decided the venue deserved a fighting chance. Instead, she will be boarding in luxury while we celebrate, and she will absolutely be judging us the entire time. This fund is for her luxury accomodations at Miracle K9.

We once woke up before sunrise in Mexico, climbed into a basket the size of a bathtub, and floated over 2,000 year old pyramids while trying not to look down. We were not prepared. We did it anyway. We immediately started planning the next one. This fund is for that next one — and the one after that. The Mayans would understand.

Somewhere in Mallorca there is a room with our names on it, a balcony overlooking the Mediterranean, and absolutely zero wedding planning on the agenda. No seating charts. No vendor emails. No 'but what about the centerpieces.' Just us, the sea, and someone bringing us things. Help make it happen

We’ve officially "tied the knot," but now we have several literal knots in our backs from the stress of picking a napkin color. Help us resolve this

They say marriage is about compromise, but we’re pretty sure it’s actually about who gets to hold the aux cord on a boat. Help us charter a vessel where the only "rough waters" we encounter are deciding which one of us has to reapply the sunscreen.

Hi, it's Freya. Dad and I have been in quiet negotiations for months. We want to get me a brother. Mom is 'not sure' and says 'we don't have enough space. But here's the thing — if enough people fund this, it's basically out of her hands. It's what the people want. It's what DAD wants. It's what I want. Help us bring Mom around. She will love him.

We don’t travel for the sights; we travel for the snacks. Help fund a dinner in Mallorca where the only 'sightseeing' we do is looking at the bottom of a Paella pan. We promise to eat enough for all of you!

Last time we were in a museum, Shelton got down on one knee, Sierra started crying, and the security guard looked very confused. We want to go back to a museum , but this time, the goal is just to look at the paintings without one of us sweating profusely. It’s a very low-stakes sequel. Help us buy the tickets!