We’re getting married!

Some love stories start with a spark — ours began with a Jeep, a few dirt roads, and our best friends. Thanks to our Maid of Honor and Best Man, our paths crossed when I started college. What began as casual hangouts quickly turned into something special. One weekend, we went 4-wheeling, and he handed me the keys to his Jeep. Letting me drive wasn’t just a gesture — it was the start of trust, laughter, and a connection that neither of us could ignore. (I may have also pretended to like Bud Light… or beer in general… just to impress him. Spoiler alert: I actually really dislike beer.) When Christmas break rolled around, I came down to visit Tucson again. One night, as our friends were getting ready to hop in the hot tub, he slid a Taco Bell sauce packet under the bathroom door. On it were the words that confirmed he had feelings for me. That silly little packet said more than words could — and from that moment on, the butterflies never stopped. Our first kiss came on New Year’s Eve — a night of new beginnings, fitting for the start of our forever. We sat by the fire all night long, talking about everything and anything. I don’t think I’ve ever talked more in my life, and the butterflies just kept fluttering. Not long after, I moved into my own apartment, and somehow he just fit — in my space, in my life, and in my heart. From the very beginning, I knew he was the one. Now, years later, we can’t wait to celebrate where it all began — surrounded by the friends who brought us together, the memories that shaped us, and the love that continues to grow every day.