Though we walked the same halls in high school, our real story didn’t begin until a summer night in downtown Lewiston. Shortly after graduation, a mutual friend officially introduced us—and she clearly knew something we didn’t. After Brock tracked down Kimberleigh’s number that same night, we spent a few months inseparable before life eventually pulled us in different directions. But the best stories have a second act.
The turning point came in early 2014. What was supposed to be a simple girls' night ended with a chance encounter with Brock and his friends. That one night turned into months of talking, which turned into a June anniversary we’ve celebrated ever since.
We’ve always been 'waterfall chasers,' traveling far and wide to find the next hidden gem. So, during a family trip to Hawaii, the 'Road to Hana' was a must-do. The day before, a simple mission for a flowy dress to escape the humidity turned into a family-wide search for matching tropical outfits—little did I know, Brock was ensuring we looked the part for a moment I’d never forget. As we wound our way through the landmarks, Brock seemed unusually focused on the map, asking repeatedly about the final waterfall. When we finally reached it, I did what I always do: I headed out onto the rocks to capture the view. But when I turned around to pose for a photo, Brock was on one knee. Among the rushing water and the tropical heat, with his family capturing every second and Brayden giving us his biggest smile and a tip of his hat, it was the perfect 'yes.' All the little clues—the matching clothes, the nerves about the map—finally clicked. It was the best waterfall we’ve ever found.