Come Celebrate With Us!

We met when we were 13 years old at soccer camp in Franklin, just off King Street. Nate says he remembers me sitting on a picnic table at lunch, laughing in the sun like I didn’t have a care in the world. I remember him differently—quiet, focused, and ridiculously good at soccer. That summer, we became best friends, and before long, we were inseparable. High school brought us even closer. We spent countless hours watching each other’s games, always cheering the loudest from the sidelines. His mom and my dad became regulars too, chatting like old friends, just like we did. We even sat next to each other in physics class—though let’s just say Nate was destined for engineering, and I… was not. Life took us in different directions, but somehow, we never completely drifted. We’d see each other at family parties, town events, or mutual friends’ gatherings—always orbiting, but never quite reconnecting. Until one warm Sunday afternoon in October. I got a text about Freya’s birthday BBQ. Of course I said I’d be there! I showed up at noon—ready to go—only to find out the party didn’t start until 2pm. (Seriously, who plans a BBQ birthday at 2?!) I called Nate, who was still running errands, and hopped out of the truck with Theo under my arm—who, for the record, was not covered in poop—it was Nutella! I walked into the house and instantly felt at home. Dishes to be washed, floors to be tidied... it was chaos, and it was perfect. Then we realized—there was no cake. I tapped two of my best girlfriends, handed off kid duty, and made a mad dash to the store. I came back with a cake, candles, and probably a bit of sweat, but hey—crisis averted! That day didn’t end with the party. A few days later, Nate and I were texting, casually at first… but then it turned into something more. We made plans for dinner that Saturday. Conversations flowed. Sparks flew. We didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of everything. Fast forward to August, when Nate planned what we lovingly call our "official first date"—the most epic last first date ever. We started with breakfast at a cozy café, shopped for flowers, had a picnic lunch on the soccer field where we first met all those years ago, and took a long scenic drive through a dozen little towns. The best part? We had the kids with us—our constant companions, our biggest joy. We ended the day at Kimball Farm, surrounded by laughter, mini-golf, and arcade games. And just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better, it did. It was sweltering—90+ degrees, the humidity was at full blast, and I was very, very pregnant. Somewhere along the mini-golf course, I turned a corner and saw our three kids sitting on a rock. Their t-shirts read: “Will” “You” “Marry”… I turned around, heart pounding, and there was Nate, down on one knee, smiling up at me with our families cheering from the sidelines. The obvious answer? Yes. A million times yes. (Shoutout to PJ, who totally nailed the question mark shirt!) Our love story is still being written. Since that unforgettable day, we’ve added one more to our little crew—sweet baby Liliana, our fourth child and the perfect addition to our family. From summer camp sweethearts to lifelong partners, we've grown through every stage of life together. And now, we can’t wait to celebrate the next chapter—with all of you by our side.