"I have found the one whom my soul loves." Song of Solomon 3:4

We are so excited to celebrate our marriage in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by our immediate family. While our wedding day will be quiet and personal, our love and gratitude for our friends and extended family is anything but small. Thank you for being part of our lives and supporting us along the way.

Our story doesn’t begin with a grand introduction or a dramatic meet-cute. It begins quietly… in the hallways of high school. He was the dirt bike kid. I was the teacher’s pet. We didn’t run in the same crowds, but we knew of each other — the kind of familiar that comes from small towns, shared circles, and families who had known each other long before we ever realized our paths would one day cross for real. Then life happened. Years passed. Thirteen of them, to be exact. He was living in Chattanooga, stepping back into the dirt bike world he loved. I was in Dalton, fully embracing my single auntie era — peaceful, independent, and perfectly content. And then… Instagram did what only Instagram can do. I posted a story about how creepy the 90s were (specifically Teletubbies and Barney — because honestly, they were). That somehow caught his attention. He replied with a memory about his Michael Jordan–themed birthday party as a kid, and just like that, a conversation sparked. Easy. Effortless. Fun. The kind of conversation that feels like you’ve known someone forever… even when you technically haven’t. Of course, I made him wait two weeks before our first date (because standards). And when that day finally came, it wasn’t a candlelit dinner or anything fancy. It was the Dalton Fair — with my best friends and their sons in tow. Very on brand for us. Knowing his “tism” for anything mechanical, I somehow convinced him to ride the Ferris wheel with me. He was absolutely terrified. I laughed the entire time. But somewhere between the height, the nerves, and the laughter, we both felt it. That quiet, undeniable moment where you just know… This is something special. From that day forward, it never felt new. It felt familiar. Comfortable. Right. Like we had been dating for years instead of days. Very quickly, we became each other’s best friend — the safe place, the steady place, the person we could laugh with, pray with, and walk through life with. Looking back now, we truly believe the Lord was preparing each of us for each other all along. Every season, every lesson, every path led us exactly where we were meant to be — together. Fast forward seven months. On a quiet island in the lake, my best friend got down on one knee and asked me to be his forever. With tears streaming down my face and a full heart, my answer was an immediate and certain yes. We prayed over each other, over our life together, and over the future we were about to begin — rooted in faith, love, and a story that only God could have written. Still best friends. Still laughing. Still choosing each other. Forever.

Although our wedding will be a small, intimate celebration, we are incredibly grateful for the love and support from our family and friends near and far. We are blessed to already have a home full of what we need, but if you feel led to give, any contribution toward our future together would mean so much to us.