Best. Day. Ever.

….or at least it could have. Do you wish a happy birthday to a girl who didn’t invite you to her party or do you hide in the corner and avoid all contact? I hid. One month later, out with friends, there she was again. A second chance for a first impression led to a first date. Our early years in San Diego were challenged with situations like: “How do we convince our Uber driver to take us to the Taco Bell drive through?” As time went by, our relationship and love has grown and blossomed. Then, there was the long-distance relationship, San Diego to Miami. Red eye flights, airport embraces, and the saddest goodbyes. “How was your flight?” “I forgot my laptop and had to watch 5 hours of Jay Leno’s Garage”. In the Tampa times, we built our first home (one bedroom apartment) together and bought our first umbrella together. “Are you supposed to drive to work during a hurricane?”. We figured things out. Back to San Diego, where it all began. Life began to feel like it should forever…until March 2020 came around. Lockdowns, creative cooking, toilet paper rationing, and endless bottles of wine. We now find ourselves back amongst endless bottles of wine in Temecula, ready to celebrate with you and make this thing official. Cheers, Wes