Our story really began in a tiny beach house in Carolina Beach, where the air always smelled like salt and the ocean was our backyard. Back then, life was a beautiful blur of school days and boardwalk shifts. But no matter how busy the day was, we had one sacred ritual: as soon as the teaching was done and the apron came off, we’d head to the swings. Watching the sunset over the waves became the heartbeat of our first three years, and it’s where we truly learned that as long as we’re together, we’re home.