Our Story
Question
HOW WE MET
Answer
Some love stories start with fireworks… ours started in a quiet elevator. No words, no introductions—just a brief moment between two strangers that didn’t yet know it mattered. Then the doors opened, and life carried us in separate directions like nothing had happened at all. Three years passed. Three years of becoming who we needed to be. When our paths crossed again, something felt familiar. Even though we still hadn’t truly met. We were finally in a place where interest was possible, where curiosity felt safe, where the past versions of ourselves had made room for something new. And still... We didn’t speak. Not for two whole weeks—just passing moments, quiet wondering, and the sense that something was waiting to happen. Until I did what any brave (and slightly panicked) romantic would do: I “shot my shot”, sort of. Through Facebook Messenger, disguised as a work favor… immediately followed by panic and an apology. But love, apparently, is patient. A few days later, casual conversation began—like we’d been waiting for permission all along. Easy. Natural. Effortless. Then came our first date at Las Floriditas—dim lights, hidden doors, and the unmistakable feeling that something important was beginning. The kind of night you don’t forget, even if you try to play it cool. Eight months later, we were living together. No big announcement. No dramatic turning point. Just a quiet, steady certainty that we belonged in the same place, waking up to the same mornings, building a life out of the small, everyday moments that somehow feel extraordinary together. From a silent elevator ride, to a message that almost didn’t get sent, to a home we now share—our story proves that love doesn’t rush. It waits. It circles back. It finds you right when you’re ready. And the rest? The rest is history. ⟢⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟡⟣
Question
Engagement Story
Answer
For nearly two months, everyone I love kept an elaborate secret for the biggest surprises of my life. One I never saw coming. My family, Phillip’s family, and friends wove the most convincing web of sneakiness, false claims, and outright lies. All in the name of love. We only looked at rings once and that was all it took. By November 18, Phillip had asked my family for my hand and shared his plan. 3 days later, he bought the ring and from that moment on, the secret mission was fully in motion. He was determined to surprise me, especially because I told him he couldn’t. I was absolutely convinced I would figure it out. SPOILER: I did not. Looking back, the clues were everywhere. “Future in-law” gift labels, kids being strategically kept, nail appointment “suggestions,” wedding garter celebrations, and Phillip suddenly acting like the house needed to be cleaned like a crime scene was incoming. Everyone else was in on it, I was just confidently oblivious. On December 27, I thought we were going to brunch and Bellingrath Gardens. I wanted to wear sneakers and even sent my outfit for approval completely unaware it was being circulated through the entire secret keeping committee. I briefly wondered if it could be the day… then immediately talked myself out of it, especially after my brother told me not to expect anything anytime soon. I believed him. That was my second mistake. After brunch, Phillip took my hand and led me to a beautiful setup created by my mom, sister, and sister-in-law and asked me to be his wife. Shock hit. Tears followed. I learned I am, in fact, an ugly crier. Then suddenly, we were surrounded by our family and friends—the very people who helped pull off the entire surprise. What followed was pure joy, laughter, happy tears, and the best kind of chaos. We celebrated afterward at my favorite spot, surrounded by love, still trying to process that I had just been outsmarted by literally everyone I know. The perfect beginning to our forever.