Our story begins on July 16th, 2021, at a dive biker bar called The Thirsty Beaver in Crestwood, Illinois—because of course it does. After a long shift, I headed there with my best friend Dani (we’re nurses, so post-work drinks were basically mandatory). Stevie was also at the Beaver that night, playing wingman for his friend who wanted to meet us. After chatting with us for a bit, Stevie decided we were “pretty cool chicks” and, more importantly, way too good for his friend. From that moment on, something just clicked. What started as easy conversation turned into an instant connection we couldn’t ignore. We hung out a few times after that, and before long, those casual hangouts turned into something much more—officially dating and never looking back. Since then, we’ve packed a lot into our love story—escaping to Cancun whenever possible, trips to Vegas and Florida, camping at Yogi Bear, and spending summer days on the Kankakee River in Custer Park. Whether we’re on a beach, by a campfire, on a bar stool, or floating down the river, we’re happiest doing life together. Fast forward to March 22nd, 2025, back where it all began. While a band played on stage at The Thirsty Beaver, Stevie got down on one knee and proposed—on stage, surrounded by music, love, and a few too many drinks he’d had while nervously waiting for my mom to arrive. It was perfectly us, perfectly chaotic, and absolutely perfect. Turns out, the place where we first met was also where we knew forever was a sure thing. 💍🍻