It all started with our very determined matchmakers: Bailee's Grandma Sandi and Matt’s Aunt Sheila. They were positive we needed to meet… but somehow forgot to give us each other’s contact information. Minor detail. After some light detective work, we finally found a way to talk and planned our first date at a brewery in Mandan. Casual. Low pressure. Just two people who were apparently pre-approved for marriage by their extended family. Spoiler alert: it went really well. So well, in fact, that we planned a second date at the Haunted Fort, at Bailee’s request, because nothing says romance like really bad haunted house. By then, it was pretty obvious we were meant to be. Somewhere between brewery beers and haunted hallways, we knew this was it. Matt unofficially moved in to Bailee's about a week later (very casual, very chill), and the rest is history.