There isn’t a traditional meet-cute to tell here. No spilled coffee. No dramatic airport chase. No slow-burn romance that took years to figure out. Instead, we met on Facebook Dating of all places. Yes, we know. Yes, we moved fast. And yes, people probably raised an eyebrow. No, we don’t care. We matched in April of 2024 and immediately started texting nonstop. The kind of texting where you’re the first person someone talks to in the morning and the last one at night. After a couple of weeks of that, Nicole casually asked Brady if he was busy one Wednesday evening and wanted to hang out. Nothing fancy. Nothing expensive. Just two loners with no plans on a random weeknight. Brady said yes. Actually, he said, “Really?? I would be super into that!” Nicole threw on a comfy outfit, stopped for some Carl’s Jr. burgers, and drove over. Two weeks of non-stop texting couldn’t prepare us for how awkward, yet electric it would feel in person. Nicole thought Brady was way more handsome than his Facebook photos and was convinced there was no way he’d think the same about her. Meanwhile, Brady was just as anxious. And just as smitten. Those burgers? Forgotten. Instead, we sat on the couch and talked. And talked. And talked some more. Minutes turned into hours, until we were sitting so close that the only possible next step was a kiss. Then, as if the universe was tired of waiting to see what happens next, Brady leaned in. That first kiss? Instant chaos. Instant magic. Instant: “Oh. This is it.” Two people who didn’t really believe in soulmates or love at first sight were immediately proven wrong and had no choice but to accept it. From that night on, we were inseparable. Nicole moved in within weeks. Family introductions happened. “I love yous” were thrown around like confetti. Trips, holidays, birthdays, a Ring Pop proposal. And then…Vegas. April 20, 2025. Lucky Little Wedding Chapel. A handful of friends. Our two oldest daughters. Neon lights. And us: crying “I DO” at each other just days after the one year anniversary of that first night. To celebrate and make the ultimate commitment, we visited a tattoo studio on our wedding night to etch each other's names on our left arms in permanent ink. Fast? Absolutely. Questionable? Probably. Regrettable? HAHAHAHAHA! NOT. EVEN. A. LITTLE. Since Vegas, life has been exactly the kind of chaotic, wonderful mess you’d expect: concerts we're too old to have tickets for, late nights spent laughing until our ribs hurt, a house we call ours, and love so solid that even our jealous cat is starting to accept it. Oh, and if you were wondering about the burgers? Yes. We ate them. Before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 🍔❤️ Now we’re doing the whole wedding thing again. Bigger. More planning. More people. More chairs. Same marriage. Bigger party. We can’t wait to celebrate with you - and yes, chaos is guaranteed.