Excited to celebrate with you

I guess the straight story began at work. Both Chris and I worked at College Point Multiplex during the summer of 2012. We started off on a dare after a weird lunch break that we talked about puppy sex - trust me it isnt as weird as it sounds but nothing about us was ever a norm. It really was that simple. I used to strongly dislike Chris because he would always leave his phone off the hook so all calls got directed for me to answer as I worked customer service and he worked box office. He would walk into work with his army ruck and id roll my eyes knowing id have more issues that day without knowing he did it 100% on purpose. He left for basic training with the army and then when he came back we both started a new semester at Queensborough Community College, where lunch at Panera became the new thing after class or in between classes. I almost failed Biology because he liked to play hooky and i just went along with it. Weeks turned into months and we were still friends with a few dramatic humps in the way. About 2 years passed before either of us realized there were actual feelings. Chris left for annual training for 5 weeks and it all changed from there.

For many of you that know, we cut our own christmas tree down every year. It’s a tradition/memory Chris recalls he had with his mothers when he was growing up. It’s a tradition he wanted the kids to have as well. So every year we drive up to upstate and cut our tree. We argue about which tree is fluffier or which is tall enough or we reallllly go into how it will look in the house. Emmerich Tree Farm has always been where we go (except one year) since I was pregnant with Nicolas. When we both talked about venues and we said “it has to be rustic and outdoors” we immediately thought how amazing it would be to get married at one of our favorite places. So we know the commute may be .. well sucks but we love the nature, we love the stories we have here and we love that if ever we become grandparents our grandkids can also cut their trees down at Emmerich and we can say “We were married here”. Its those type of stories that make it all worth living for.