Till’ death do we disco!

We met at a park down the road from my old house in Kingston. At the time, I was dating James’s friend, and James came along with him. None of us knew it then, but that ordinary afternoon quietly changed the course of our lives. James says I made him nervous when we first met—not the kind of nervous where you’re in trouble, but the kind where you’re holding a present and don’t know what’s inside yet. I thought he was incredibly sweet and desperately wanted him to like me, so I did what I do best and lured him back to my house with jewelry, just to spend a little more time together. It worked. At some point, things shifted. James stopped asking how his decisions would affect him and started asking how they would affect us. For me, it happened the first time we hung out one-on-one—after standing him up twice. From then on, everything fell into place so naturally it felt like life had been waiting for us. Gaps I didn’t even know were there began to fill. The early days were best described as crazy and eccentric—in the most perfect way. We ate burgers sitting through the sunroof of James’s old Jeep at his high school. He somehow managed to get a children’s Power Ranger helmet stuck on his head and danced in the back of the car, singing to me like it was a private concert. I knew then that life with him would never be boring. Love grew in the real moments. James watching me meet his family and his biological dad, standing beside me with quiet strength. Me seeing the reality of his life and him choosing to stay anyway. We learned together—about time, about trust, about patience, and about loving each other in ways that mattered. I admire James’s strength, especially how he keeps fighting when I can’t even find the air to breathe. He admires my ability to find light in places others might miss. I see the good in everyone; he grounds me, reminds me to be human, and teaches me to slow down and enjoy every moment we’re given. James proposed at my favorite restaurant—Texas Roadhouse—and somehow it was perfect. There was free pie. We were both unbelievably excited, a little in shock, and completely certain. Now, home feels like crawling into a warm bed after being outside all day. It’s kisses goodbye when he leaves for work, kisses hello when he walks back through the door, and the way everything feels brighter the moment he comes in from the cold, dark outside. It’s comfort, laughter, safety, and love all wrapped into one. We’re building a life full of love and light. And with each other, forever feels like finishing a good book—the kind you sit with for a moment after the last page, smiling, already knowing you’ll come back to it again and again.

This is your moment to be extra. We are dreaming of a celebration that feels like a living fashion show—full of color, texture, sparkle, pattern, and personality. Think vibrant hues, dramatic silhouettes, luxe fabrics, statement pieces, and outfits that make you feel stunning the second you put them on. Please don’t worry about “outshining the bride.” Truly. I want you to wear the piece you’ve been saving, the dress you never had an excuse for, the suit that deserves a spotlight, or something new that makes you feel beautiful and confident. The only rule: come dressed in joy, color, and your absolute best. Let’s make this day look as magical as it feels.