We’re finally getting hitched!

We thank all of you for being so understanding and patient during this time. We've battled back and forth on how to handle our wedding during this pandemic. After many hours of discussion, we decided to move the wedding to a smaller than originally planned ceremony & reception in Whitefish, MT. Washington State hasn't looked promising for being able to reopen to have the original wedding we planned. Due to this, we completely understand if travelling this far makes it unable for you to attend our celebration.

It was a cold day in February when I got the call from a friend, asking if I’d be her ride home from the hospital. I drove into the ER, found myself in one of the chairs in the corner of the room. After hearing new foot steps, I glanced up to a shadow, unable to see due to the light of the hall. My friend introduced her coworker, Zach, & all I noticed other than his polite hello was the fact he had on a pair of Ariat boots under the scrub pants he had on. A couple weeks later, another friend ended up in the hospital for several days, & we ran into each other visiting her. I was very oblivious, & had sworn to my best friend that I was done with boys for the summer. Even spending hours together in the hospital, I didn’t have much of an opinion to offer when my friend asked what I thought of him. He was polite, had walked me to my car, & had those boots on. I hinted at him one night to see if I could get him to ask me to hang out. I wasn’t getting anywhere with it, so I took all my makeup off, & crawled into bed. Only then did he ask if I wanted to go out. Cue frantically trying to apply enough makeup on to look presentable. We drove all over the city. We talked about life, & I found it easy to open up to a person I really didnt know that well. But I was still holding to the fact I had sworn off boys. He then asked me to accompany him for a four day trip in MT, which sent me into panic mode. This was too good to be true & he was gonna bury me in the woods. I gave any excuse I could possibly think of, while trying to remain polite. This guy would not take no for an answer. Just in case I did end up going missing, I gave the location of the hotel room to my friend. After several hours of his car karaoke on the way to Montana, I had pretty much ruled out the serial killer idea. I really started to feel bad for practically preparing for my own murder for the past couple weeks. Guess you can say I failed at swearing off boys. But it was the best thing I’ve ever done.

I showed up at the hospital to see a friend after her minor car accident, when I arrived there was an unfamiliar face in the room. I introduced myself and proceeded to check on my friend. The whole time I just felt these glaring eyes staring at me from the person I had just met. Fast forward a couple weeks that same friend ends up back in the hospital, that new girl was there too. That night we all hung out and laughed a lot. It was late when we were getting ready to head out and there's not always the most upstanding citizens hanging around the hospital in the middle of the night, so I offered to walk this girl I've only met twice to her car. When we got to her car, I asked her for her snapchat (modern day “can I have your number”). For the coming weeks we talked all day Everday. Snapchat led to texting, to calling, to sunset drives all over the city. Our drives consisted of music and talking about our lives, it was so easy to talk to her. I found myself telling her everything about myself and feeling like she just understood me. After the night of her telling me her most irrational fear on the beach of CDA, I decided I wanted to take her on a date. We had a mutual love for country music and concerts, and I had tickets to see Eric church in Montana. To make it special I planned a 5-day trip with a few days spent at a hot spring. Unfortunately, the fairytale date that I had planned was scrapped when she kept having time restraints. In a last stitch effort to take her on this date, I offered to make it a quick one-day trip over for the Eric Church concert and then back. She finally seemed like that would work for her schedule. I found it so easy to be myself around her, maybe even too easy. The entire car ride over consisted of her sitting in the passenger seat and listening to me sing my heart out to best 90’s country; Shania Twain, Garth Brooks, Alan Jackson. I must have been okay though because she's been listening to my car karaoke ever since.