Your 'Yes' is the next one we need!

Patrick and Stephanie’s tale began like many modern romances—boredom, swiping right, and a dating app. Their first chat was brief, filled with sarcastic quips, and ended as quickly as Steph’s frequent hunt for her misplaced phone (a talent her friends know too well). Pat, however, managed to snag her number before the conversation fizzled out, but her texting speed was more "slow burn" than "spark." And so, their potential love story took a nap. Fast forward a few months, and fate (or volleyball) intervened. On a sunny afternoon, Steph was at the courts, eyeing a rowdy team on the next court over. Their playful antics were impossible to ignore, and wouldn’t you know it—that was Pat's team, the legendary ‘Rubber Duckies’. Later that night, while celebrating with friends over a few crispy high noons out on the town, Steph texted Pat about spotting him. Pat wasted no time confirming his court number and they were back in action! Their first date was a Sunday Funday for the books. Steph enjoyed a long beach day, and biked home only to be picked up by Pat in his hunter green 4-Runner—a car as adventurous and dependable as the man himself (RIP, sweet 4-Runner, you’ll be missed). The date took them to Margaritas Mexican Cafe, complete with a lively mariachi serenade. Mid-conversation, Steph answered a phone call from her niece (a move Pat still teases her about), but despite the interruption, the connection between them was instant and undeniable. From that day, their adventures spanned Montauk to Cabo, effortlessly blending their lives with friends and family. Each moment felt like it was meant to be, and when the time came to say “yes” to forever, it was the easiest decision they ever made. A year and a half later, during their now-annual Ugly Christmas Sweater Party, Pat suggested dinner before guests arrived. He knew Steph needed food to avoid going full hangry host mode (smart man). With wet hair from a whirlwind pre-party shower, she dashed out the door, not suspecting a thing. Pat led her to their beloved boardwalk, under the pretense of meeting baby Maeve O'Gorman for the first time. Turns out, there was no baby, but there was champagne hidden on ice by JT & Ally, and a photographer thanks to Harry—what a team! For once, Pat was at a loss for words, his nervousness giving away the big moment. He may have forgotten his speech, but in that heartfelt silence, everything was perfect. Thanks for stopping by our site! We can't wait to celebrate mansion-style with the best friends and family we could ever ask for. Xoxo, The Future Mr. & Mrs. Englert!