Of course we were moving into our first place not even a year after we met. It was just going too well to not rip the duct tape off our arms and find some fresh new things to fight about. No, Sweetheart, we can't hang TVs on every wall in the living room "like at Hickory Tavern." I digress. It was our first night in our new house. We had started the moving process around 8am. It was a cool, Columbia morning in July. Just kidding. It was 97 degrees that day. We spent 3 hours packing up everything at the place I'd moved into with Kev for that summer and loading it into the 25-foot U-Haul that neither of us could drive appropriately. (Though I need to note, Kev did get us back and forth safely and alive. It was really scary and really cute.) We then drove to my storage unit (turns meant for 15' trucks...took us 45 minutes to pull up to the unit). Kevin begrudgingly asking "are you sure you need all this" as we carefully loaded the 500th box of porcelain owls into the truck. Obviously I needed all of them. It took us another two hours to unload the truck at our new house. I cried twice because I was hungry and my hands hurt, carrying the plastic totes of owls. We were frustrated, but not once (maybe once) with each other. He grit his teeth as he said "we need to eat." No truer words have ever been spoken. We had no furniture and worse, we had no food. We went to Bi-Lo and got a double bottle of cheap red wine and 30 wings from D's Wings (shoutout, D). We sat on our kitchen floor, ate every single wing as we slowly (quickly) sipped (gulped) the wine from red solo cups. By the bottom of the bottle, we were playing some sort of country station on Pandora (Kevin will swear it was Apple Music), dancing and singing in our kitchen with wing sauce all down our shirts. It was my favorite night we've ever had together. (Followed by one of my least favorite mornings). And I'm thrilled that we get a lifetime of wings and wine and dancing.

It was the last weekend in October of 2015. Taylor and I had been dating less than two months and we decided to test our relationship for the first time by taking a weekend trip to Asheville. Clemson football was playing a big game against Miami and I pretended not to care about missing it. It was a perfect fall weekend, the time of year where the trees have already changed to those beautiful red and orange colors and the flowers are still in full bloom. We took a trip to the Biltmore Estate on Saturday morning and were at a complete loss for words at the sheer size and beauty of it all. The house and the vast amount of land on which it sat were amazing, but Taylor was most mesmerized by the endless gardens adjacent to the house. Of course I wasn't nearly as interested in the flowers, so I patiently walked with her, staring at how beautiful she was while she marveled over the floral display. We laughed all day and took pictures (Taylor still hated taking pictures at this point but begrudgingly posed while I smiled and captured the moments). At the end of the trip, a free wine tasting was offered at the winery on the edge of the estate. It was a classy touch to the end of an elegant afternoon so we agreed to go. But as we were walking in, we both paused and looked at each other. No words were spoken, but we both had that look in our eyes that said "Let's ditch this place and go get some greasy food and heavy beers". So that's what we did. In that moment I knew I had more than a girlfriend, I had a best friend. Now that best friend will be my wife and I am the luckiest man alive.

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