The day before my 19th birthday, I decided to take the day off work and do something simple for myself—drive over to Sonic and grab a drink. Nothing special, just a quiet little birthday-eve treat. As I pulled into a stall and waited for my order, I happened to glance over and saw the cutest guy standing by a motorcycle in the stall next to me. He looked like something straight out of a movie, and for a moment I just sat there debating with myself about whether I should say something. Finally, I got the courage. I waved him over. He walked up with a smile. Before walking away, he asked for my number—and then asked if I’d like to go out the very next night. That next night happened to be my 19th birthday. He took me out for pizza, and afterward we went to the movies and watched Thor. It was simple, easy, and somehow perfect—the kind of night that quietly becomes the beginning of something much bigger than you realize at the time. And from that unexpected moment in a Sonic parking stall, a love story began. Now, years later, here we are—getting married 🤍