We met the modern way—on Hinge. I still joke that the only reason I stood a chance was because I had the cheat code of technology on my side. She’s so far out of my league it’s absurd… but hey, it worked. *sass emoji The first time we met in person, I was baffled at how naturally beautiful she is. She’s got that kind of face you’d expect to see in a magazine—high cheekbones, perfect posture, and this grounded confidence. But what really got me was the smile. Big, unfiltered, and absolutely earned. It’s the kind of smile that shows up when she’s seeing something new, or exploring a place she’s never been. Our first date was in the city, which, as a country girl, was a whole adventure for her. Watching her wide-eyed, just soaking everything in, happy to be there with me—now that’s an earned memory. When did I know she was the one? I don’t know if there was a lightning bolt moment. It was more like… every single day, without trying, we just fit. We live life together, side by side, in every little thing. We work out together, cook together, game, sing, run errands, wrangle the fur babies—just being in the same space is enough. She’s not just my partner. She, is my best friend. We’ve been in a forever sleepover since day one and there is no bedtime. She’s loyal beyond words. Strong. Fierce. Full of respect and fire and grace. She’s a damn superhero—and somehow, I’m the lucky one who gets to marry her. One of my favorite memories? We were on an expedition to the Grand Canyon. I handed her the reins to choose our next food stop—something I usually do, but I trusted my best friend to steer the ship. She found a diner that sounded great. Problem is, GPS routed us into the middle of the Kaibab Forest. No signal, no pavement, and a tiny rented Ford Fiesta on a road built for off-road utility vehicles. A minivan behind us decided to brave it too, so we figured, “If they can, we can.” Two hours, a stuck minivan, and a lot of loose dirt later… we made it out. The diner? Closed. Obviously. But that whole ride? That’s us. Trust, chaos, laughter, and knowing we’re always getting through it together. So here we are. October 24, 2025. We’re throwing a wedding that’s full of the people who’ve cheered us on. We want it chill, cozy, heartfelt, and full of laughs. It won’t be perfect, but it’ll be real—just like us. We can’t wait to see you there. Love you.

My Side of Our Story I was late to our first date and already flustered—city traffic, nerves, the whole thing. But then I saw him. He stood up, tall and calm, and the very first thing I thought was, “He’s not short!” Which, if you’ve ever braved the dating world, you’ll understand… was a huge relief. I was nervous—like butterflies-in-my-stomach nervous—but the second I saw his smile, the nerves turned into something different. He was so handsome. So fit. But also warm. Safe. Kind. Being with him felt like I could finally take a breath. I don’t know if there was one single moment when I knew he was “the one.” It was more like little pieces falling into place over time. When I was scared, or unsure, or just in my head—he was always there. Patient. Listening. Steady. He never made me feel alone or unworthy. And that, more than anything, made me fall in love. We do everything together—and I mean everything. And somehow, he’s good at everything, too. It’s annoying. And kind of magic. Whether it’s working out, cooking, cleaning, gaming, or just existing next to each other, he makes it all better. He gives off this calm, goofy, loving energy that fills a room. But the thing I admire most? He makes me laugh. Constantly. Whether he’s talking absolute nonsense, making a ridiculous face, or just being his wild, hilarious self—he always finds a way to make me smile, no matter what kind of day I’m having. He’ll run down three flights of stairs just to wave goodbye one more time—but he’ll do it yelling something stupid that has me giggling all the way to work. That’s the kind of love I never knew I needed. Some of my favorite memories are from when we were first dating. He’d surprise me with planned weekends, pop up at my place just to say hi, and find new ways to make me smile. We’ve got our inside jokes too—like “yeah yeah yeah,” and “I know what I did do, but I know what I didn’t do.” (Don’t ask. It’s a thing.) Our wedding day, to me, is more than a ceremony—it’s the night I’ll never want to end. A night surrounded by the people we love most. A celebration of the real thing. A moment that cements what I’ve known for so long: I choose him. I want him. I love him. And I’m proud to be his wife. This is my side of our story. A forever sleepover with my best friend… that I get to kiss.