we're getting married, y'all!

(updated on 2/3/21) New Orleans is back into Phase 1 and seems to be staying there... which means our Rehearsal Dinner is no longer a welcome event, we're sorry. Bridal party only at the venue now. (updated on 2/14/21) VIRTUAL Ceremony Access can be found via Facebook Live. We will be streaming it from Kevin's Facebook, so just log in to Facebook and find "Kevin Baeker Hovde"... you should be able to join his Live Video from there, it's open to the public! See “schedule” for more details.

before you read one more word on this website or scroll through 1,000 pictures (sorry), we want you to first and foremost understand that we are so thankful to Jesus for this love we have. It's not possible without Him and will never be possible without Him. We are so excited and honored to be entering into a covenant with Him through this marriage. And to share it with you guys. We love you. Okay, you may now continue...

Morg's version- When we first started PT school, I was not looking for a boyfriend. And to be honest... definitely not interested in Kevin. It took months of friendship, being study partners and eventually being snowed in together for me to realize that I was attracted to this man. We got stuck in Cass and I's little apartment with what felt like feet of snow and had the best few snow days together. (Which I now think was an act of God). He taught me how to drive in the snow, we went sledding, we danced to Tennessee Whiskey. We were best friends after that. I got to know his sweet heart on top of his witty humor, I fell in love with an amazing man. We dated throughout PT school, got jobs here in Nashville with the same company, and years of best friendship later... here we are.

Kev's version-I first met Morgan a few days before starting PT school. At first I thought she just was a cute, fun, quirky (and hippie) girl from Louisiana.I didn't think of her beyond friends/classmates. Then my mindset changed.As Morgan and I started to hang out more, talk, study and play soccer I found myself becoming more and more attracted to her. I hit myself now for not realizing it earlier but she had all the qualities I wanted in a wife. She is smart, clever, outgoing(to a fault sometimes), athletic, full of Faith, and of course beautiful.I started to make more effort to be around her.I even made up excuses to be around; one of them being that I was definitely into watching The Bachelor. I was not. I am still not. But that was my excuse for more time with her.This charade continued...we went out one night in Jan. and early that night Morgan, Cassidy(Morg’s roommate) and I decided to get home to watch The Bachelor. And that's what we did.We watched at their apartment and afterwards I politely asked if I could crash on her couch. The next morning I woke up to one of Nashville's biggest snowfalls-8 inches of fresh white powder.I was snowed in. Now at this point Morgan still had no idea I had a thing for her. Truthfully. I must be pretty good at flirting, eh?The snow prevented any rides to shuttle me away so I walked down to the gas station and bought the essentials: toothbrush, a cup of coffee and a case of beer.We spent the day enjoying the snow.That night we played games, listened to music, had our first dance to Tennessee Whiskey.And finally, at the end of that night, we shared our first kiss.It was unexpected in the best way.I was hooked from that point and I have not regretted a single moment.We laugh looking back on that weekend because it was like God was saying, “Kevin, you’re missing your shot here!"And "Morgan, give this guy a chance I think you’ll like him” and then proceeded to shut the entire city down so we could realize how good we are together.

Morg's version- Y'all this night still blows my mind... how he surprised me like this, I'll never understand. It was a normal Friday night, I had made 139,842 plans because HELLO in case you don't know, I'm an enneagram 7. So we are bouncing from plan to plan as normal when he insists we "walk through the courtyard" of Sterling Court (my apartment where we got snowed in together). He proceeds to start the sweetest little speech of which I barely remember any of because when I realized what was happening I BLACKED OUT. All I remember is "I want to get snowed in together forever..." Cue the tears, all the tears. We walked into my apartment full of our precious Nashville friends, my sister and a surprise party to celebrate. It was the absolute sweetest. I then cried happy tears for about 48 hours straight.

Kev's version- 2.28.20.... All even numbers. If you know, you know. I had the perfect ring, perfect date, perfect girl-go time. Thinking about where I wanted to propose, my mind kept drifting to the courtyard of Morgan’s apartment. After all, it holds a special place in our hearts; it was where we got snowed in and shared so many memories. I had her sister and our friends in on the night, everything came together and now it was my responsibility to get Morgan to the courtyard. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. Morgan is incredibly adventurous and outgoing and a few days prior to the engagement date she texted me an itinerary of all the things she had planned for the weekend -none of them worked with my plan. I needed to somehow get her away from the apartment and then back into the courtyard, all while trying to play it cool. Long story short we go to dinner with coworkers. After dinner I hoped we would head back to her place but she started lingering and making more plans. SMH. Thankfully our friend Sean was in town and suggested we meet at a place one block away from her apartment so we could "drop the car at her place and walk." The drive to the apartment was blurry for me. I know it started raining and getting cold but I remembered some advice I got from my buddy earlier that day: R-E-L-A-X. We parked the car and started through the courtyard. I stopped her and looked at her and said, “Look around. I didn’t know it then, but getting snowed in here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to get snowed in with you forever.” Down on one knee, open the jacket pocket (don’t drop the ring, don’t drop the ring), open the box, “Morgan Lane Springer, will you marry me?” SHE SAID YES! Happy tears and a flood of emotions followed. On to the next surprises of the night- I remember as Morgan opened the door to her apartment she caught a glimpse of her sister and our friends and once again the happy tears and emotions flowed. It was a special night of celebration.