We’re getting married!We’re getting married!

Who would’ve thought a love story could begin on the dance floor, of all places? But fate works in mysterious—and sometimes hilarious—ways. Picture this: the stunning island of Oahu, a lively night, and me, feeling good, confident, and ready to let loose. Naturally, I hit the dance floor with my best moves. We’re talking pop-and-locks, head rolls, neck rolls, body rolls—heck, maybe even the running man made an appearance. Let’s just say, I was in the zone. Little did I know, my dance magic had caught the attention of a certain someone—Sergeant Paul Anthony James. Paul was stationed in Hawaii at the time and had zero plans to go out that night. It was his cousin who, after much convincing, dragged him out for some fun. Still, as reluctant as he was to be there, Paul took one look at my dance floor shenanigans—cabbage patching and jelly rolling to the finest ’90s hip-hop and R&B—and the rest is history. We connected that night over music, moves, and the pure randomness of it all. Afterward, we decided to give the whole long-distance thing a shot—flying back and forth between the Bay Area and Hawaii like it was no big deal. Eventually, Paul took the leap and moved to the Bay, where we started building a little family together. And now, after all these adventures and moves, we’re so excited to finally share our union with all the people we love. It all started on a dance floor in Oahu, and now here we are—proving that sometimes the best love stories have the silliest beginnings!