It was a freezing winter night in Moncton — the kind of night that makes you wonder why you left the house at all. Depending on who you ask, the story begins in two different places: the groom will tell you it was outside SportsRock. The bride insists it was outside Igloo. (Let’s be honest — the bride’s memory wins this one.) What’s not up for debate is what happened next: the bride didn’t have a coat, the groom did, and when you see a tall, handsome guy with a warm jacket, it only makes sense to run straight into his arms. And that’s where it all began. Eight years later, the bride is still running into the groom’s arms — not just for warmth, but because they’ve become the place she feels most at home. ❤️