It was Hot Girl Summer 2024. I was flying down the highway solo, doing 90 in a 55, weaving through six lanes. Life was great until suddenly, a motorcycle cop appeared out of nowhere and lit me up like it was the 4th of July! But instead of handing me a ticket, Officer Wiist slid me his phone number. And at that moment, I knew Hot Girl Summer was officially over for me… Okay, so none of that actually happened, but that’s the story I sold my parents on lol. The real version is way less dramatic: we met on Hinge. Yes, the same app I kept deleting every other week because I thought Costco and dog parks gave me better odds of meeting my future husband 🙄 Anyway, he double-tapped my picture first (obviously lol), and I responded the only way I know how: straight sarcasm. A few jokes and some pretty brutal roasting later, and he was still there. I honestly thought the weird exotic things I eat for breakfast or my obsession with vacuums would scare him off. But Greg kept showing up, laughing, and matching my energy like it was the most natural thing in the world 💕 And now here we are, two people who started as strangers online, trying to figure out this whole ‘wedding’ thing and building a whole lifetime together. Wild.

It all started in the most unexpected way: with a delivery from Wayfair. I was just expecting a coffee table, but when I opened the box, there Sophy was. Forget " Some Assembly Required". With no instructions included, turns out this girl was more complicated than a Rubik's Cube, but I've been happily trying to figure her out ever since. The real story is a little less cardboard-box and a little more fate. Truthfully, I was just one more bad swipe away from resigning myself to a lifetime of Hungry Man TV dinners and trash tv, but then Sophy appeared and changed everything. Since that first encounter, life has been full of laughter, surprises, and more adventures than IKEA has allen wrenches. She's been my greatest challenge, my favorite mystery, and the only package worth waiting my whole life for ❤️.