If you know anything about the second Monday in October and what used to be the most fun night at the Bellevue, then you know there was a lot happening. Can called and was like, “I have an extra ticket—do you want to come?” As we walked from table to table with a glass of Avion Tequila, I (Bri) asked Brian, “Will you be my bodyguard?” because my feet were screaming from the ultra-sexy but not comfortable shoes I was wearing. Brian cracked that smile in that well-fitted suit he had on and said, “Yeah,” and the rest was history. We had our first date right then and it’s been the same ever since. B challenges and softens me all at the same time. Everyone who knows him knows he’s extremely smart, driven, and disciplined. His silent strength is my safe space. His unwavering support as I’ve grown into the woman I am today only solidifies the love we share. He came packaged with my big baby girl, who I may not have birthed, but who taught me I was ready to love wholly. With him, I’m able to be unapologetically me, to live in OUR world, our way. This next chapter is ours and ours alone. I love you, B. White, and I’m excited for what’s next for us.

October 12, 2015, is when I met Briahna. We were both guests of our friend Candi at a spirits event at the Bellevue Hotel. It was a formal event, so you know ya boy was looking sharp in his suit. And Briahna sensed the PIMPIN’ and asked me to be her bodyguard. So, like the playa that I am, I happily obliged. Since that day, we’ve developed a bond that is truly special. I’ve watched her grow and mature into the woman she is today. I’ve seen her complete unfinished goals, step into a parental role for Gabrielle, and now become an even better mother to her own flesh and blood. She’s given me a different perspective on life (even when I don’t want it). She’s been a catalyst for my own growth and self-reflection. A relationship that started off unconventional and out of left field, it’s only fitting that we’re doing things our way. Not the way someone else feels we should. Not according to a 3,000-year-old religious text or social constructs that try to box people in. We’re doing what works for us. I love you, and I look forward to this next chapter.