We're getting married!

Our story starts with a mix of fate, kickball, and a little San Diego serendipity. We met playing on opposing teams in a kickball league, and after the very first game of the season everyone ended up at The Ould Sod in Normal Heights. It was Valentine’s Day of all days, and somehow our introduction happened over flip cup and post game chaos. We talked, flirted, and then drifted back to our friends like nothing major had just happened. But right before Jimmy left, he was at the other end of the bar closing out his tab and looked up. Megan was across the room staring right at him. Full eye contact, no looking away. So Jimmy walked straight over, told her it was great meeting her, and gave her a hug goodbye. He didn’t even know if he’d see her again, he just knew he wanted her to leave that night knowing he liked her. Then we kept missing each other for weeks. Rainouts, cancelled games, real life getting in the way. Until the final game, when our teams faced off in the championship. To cut to the chase, Megan’s team won the trophy. Megan wasn’t planning to go out that night. Her brother Jimmy (yes, confusing) was visiting with her niece McKenzi, so celebrating wasn’t really on the agenda. But after the win, she got convinced to go out just for a bit. Little did anyone know that decision would change everything. We ran into each other again at The Ould Sod and ended up bar hopping around Normal Heights. At the end of the night Jimmy asked Megan out, and she gave him her number. The only catch was she was leaving the next morning for Utah, so we had to wait a whole week for our first date. Instead, we spent that week texting constantly. Late nights turned into early mornings and it got almost eerie how much we had in common. Same family values, same love for the outdoors and being out in nature, same competitive perfectionist streak, and yes, a weird shared obsession with eggs. We also learned we share the same biggest pet peeve, people who refuse to use a turn signal. When Megan came back to San Diego, we planned our first date for that very night. She left at 5 a.m. to make the drive back in time for dinner at One Door North because neither of us wanted to waste another day. Somewhere around then Jimmy told Megan he thought they might be soulmates. Bold to say that early, but honestly it started to feel less bold the more time we spent together. From there it just clicked into place. We fell into the kind of relationship where the best parts are the everyday ones. Hand holding for no reason. Shoulder rubs in the kitchen. Quick hugs that feel like saying, I’m choosing you again today. We’re both night owls and terrible at calling it a night, especially when Survivor is on and we’re both convinced we can handle “just one more.” In the first six months alone we road tripped to Colorado in a wildly impractical Camaro convertible, met each other’s families, traveled, moved in together, and survived what we now lovingly call the Christmas travel adventure from hell. It was a lot, fast, and somehow it only made us more sure. The old saying “when you know, you know” never felt more true. Jimmy proposed on Tuesday, February 11, 2025, during a trip back from Utah at one of Megan’s favorite places, alongside the river in Zion National Park. The photo below is the exact view from the bridge, and he was down by the river when he asked. Megan said yes. Jimmy eventually remembered to breathe. Not long after, our story took another beautiful turn when we learned we were expecting our daughter, Olivia. She has made this chapter of our lives even more meaningful than we could have imagined, and by the time we say “I do,” she’ll already be one year old and the sweetest part of our little family. We can’t wait to celebrate this next chapter with Olivia by our side and surrounded by the friends and family who helped bring us here.