WELCOME.

On a perfectly sunny day, in the middle of May our story began. Well, it probably began the night before when Jessica had a few cocktails and decided to crash a boys day of drinking and soccer the following day...but that is another tale, for another time. Where were we. Ah yes, the initial meeting. At the announcement of Chad Swenor's arrival for the day of booze and sport, Jason flew down the stairs, dressed in his finest teal flannel, expecting to hop into the front seat. Instead, he was forced into the back seat, where he for the first time in his life, laid his eyes on his future bride, Jessica. As a gentleman does, he said hello as he slide into his seat where he fumbled around with the seatbelt for a while. Jessica found herself too distracted with her phone to answer his greeting with more than a muted hi and a mere millisecond of eye contact. And that friends, is how this, and I am led to believe all grand tales of love, began.

On August 30, 2018, with the courage of two cans of wine coursing through his veins, Jason got down on one knee and proposed his love to Jessica. In a fit of shock she responded "this isn't real" three or four times before snatching the ring out of Jason's hands, sliding it on her own finger, and saying "yes". And so, a mere eight years after that first meeting, our bride and groom became engaged in one of the most romantic cities in the world, Paris, France.