Eight years ago, my sister and I wandered into Harrigan’s, our favorite Irish pub in Montville, NJ. The place was packed, but we spotted two guys sitting in the only bar stools we wanted. So, naturally, we asked if we could steal their seats. Somehow, they actually said yes—and one of those guys just happened to be Thomas. That lucky little seat swap turned into a conversation, Thomas asking for my number, and, a few months later, our first date: a hike. I said yes (despite every true crime podcast telling me otherwise). After wandering through the woods, we ended up by a lake where Thomas proudly pulled out... a mason jar full of moonshine. Not flowers. Not chocolates. Moonshine. At that moment, I knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary love story. What started with two borrowed bar stools grew into eight incredible years of laughter, adventures, unforgettable memories, and a love that feels more like home with every passing day. We can't wait to begin our next chapter as husband and wife, and we're so grateful to celebrate it with all of the people we love most.