Her Story I was in graduate school at The University of Georgia and my soror LaToya was working on her PhD. In order to finish her program LaToya had to present at a conference in New Orleans and asked me if I could ride to New Orleans with her. I had never been to New Orleans so I said of course. I was sitting at my dining room table with Sha (my roommate, sister, and friend all in one) and told her there was a guy from my hometown that went to Xavier in New Orleans and I bet I can get him to take me out. Sha looked at me crazy. I told her my plan " I'm going to post a picture on IG of New Orleans he's going to like it then I'm going to ask him where I should go out and then has going to ask to take me out". Sha laughs. And just like that my plan worked perfectly. Josh took me out to a few spots on Bourbon Street after he got off work and we became fast friends. Josh would visit me in Georgia and in North Carolina when I moved after graduate school. Everyone thought I moved to New Orleans because of Josh but heres the true story. My colleague Shakira moved to New Orleans and got a job posting she knew I would love. I applied thinking I would never get this but I did and had three weeks to move. My high school friend Nia also lived in New Orleans and since I had a short time to move I told her I would move into her apartment complex so I would know someone. Lo and behold it was the same complex as Josh. So this story ends up with you reading our love story on our wedding website.

How did I meet this pretty little lady from out Kalamazoo, Michigan? She moved to Greensboro, NC in middle school and we had a bunch of mutual friends in high school but we never met. Ironically enough our parents live 8 minutes apart. So for the first meeting, It was an ice cold Tuesday in 2014. She was planning to visit New Orleans so she hit me up on social media and said she would be coming down to New Orleans so we should link up. So technically we met on good ol Bourbon St. in New Orleans Louisiana. From that day forward we talked pretty often even though we were miles and miles apart. We were there for each other through a number of ups and downs. She moved to New Orleans years later; but don’t get too excited about this bit because she’ll constantly remind you that it was for a job not me. During this time she also taught me the importance of not making a woman boxed mashed potatoes( made this the first time I cooked for her); from that day forward I knew I had to make her mine. Just so y’all know, I’ve been making mashed potatoes from scratch ever since. Laissez les bon temps rouler!!!