We can't wait to celebrate with you

As many of you probably know, Truman's mom (Jeannette) and my mom (Jill) worked together at "Dr. Pete's" pediatric dental office for 25 years while we were growing up. Oddly enough though, Truman and I never crossed paths until the summer of 2020 when he got the courage to text me. Never in a million years would I have imagined our love story beginning how it did, but the memory of when we first met will forever be one of my favorites. Truman was out at breakfast with a couple of friends before bear hunting, meanwhile, I was helping on my family's farm with potato planting. Tru sent me a message with something along the lines of, “Want me to bring you something?.” I, thinking he was just flirting replied with something like, “Chocolate chip pancakes please”. The conversation moved on and I forgot about the pancake situation entirely. Soon after, he messaged me again... this time with a picture of a to-go box. 10 minutes later, there he was at my house. He handed me the pancakes, shared a short, sweet, and slightly awkward conversation with me and the rest is history.

After about a year of dating, Truman and I went on a fishing trip to the Missouri River near Helena, MT. The day before our adventure, Truman made an impulse decision to buy a new fly rod because he was convinced I needed one of my own. From that day forward he would call it, "Greta's rod". Each time I would roll my eyes knowing full well he was just trying to justify the purchase being that he would be the one using it. Days went on and Truman began teaching me how to fly fish on "my rod" (the teaching continues to this day). One evening in April, Truman asked me to his parents house to show me something. I met him in Chuck's shop where he handed me the rod in which he had written my soon to be initials on; GJP. Finally, he got down on a knee and popped the big question