Latoya & TremaineLatoya & Tremaine
Our StoryOur Story
HER SIDE:
Where do I start…
Twan sent me a Facebook request about a year before we actually met, but I left it pending. One weekend, I was with family talking about our trip to Augusta, GA, and I randomly told Niya, “That’s gonna be my husband,” after hearing he’d be there too for his birthday. Why I said that, I don’t know we’d only had one short conversation before. He ended up staying at our same hotel, and when he arrived that night, everyone was around the fireplace. When he hugged me, it lasted a few seconds longer and JESUS! The smell, the bald head, that fine chocolate man, my GOD! From there, I shot my shot, he shot his, and I became his birthday cake. Forever my man, my man, my man!
HIS SIDE:
From the first moment I met Toya, a.k.a. “Sweet,” I knew it would be us. I was nervous to approach her, not knowing if she’d care that I was a little older. But that first hug lasted a few seconds longer, and I didn’t want to let her go. The rest is history.
For all the days along the way