We’re Getting Married!

If you've found this website you must've already received our Save The Date. You are very special to us and we can't wait to share our special day with you. Formal invitations to follow!

23 years ago, if you told me that me that the kid down the street, whom just joined my soccer team was going to be my husband one day, I would have given you my bashful smile and said you're crazy.. Fast forward to middle school, in 2004, Nathan would sing (yelling at the top of his lungs) "Stacy's mom has got it going on" from down the street to me. Being so shy, I would just look back, again with my bashful smile and shake my head. Thinking back on those memories, I would have never thought in a million years, that we would end up where we are now. Over the years, through some of our mutual friends, we always stayed in the know about each other. Fast forward to December of 2020 I received a DM from Nathan asking me if I was interested in joining a soccer team. I left him on read for 5 months before I responded and said, "Yes, I'd really like to get back out and play again". I joined the team with the sole intention of playing the game. Little did I know, he had more planned. We began chatting... I tip toed and was reluctant to let him in, and somehow he made his way. Responding to his DM opened up conversation, and led to a few hang outs. If you ask him, he will be sure to mention that I bailed on the first attempt to hang out. I apologized and had to explain myself. Once we did hang out, he took me by surprise, this guy I had known for most of my life was more than the silly pre-teen from 2004. I was intrigued. We planned a trip to go Spelunking through Peppersauce Cave, it was something that I had always wanted to do. After that trip we knew we wanted to plan more adventures. After a couple months of really getting to know who he was, Nathan planned a spontaneous trip to go Kayaking down the Salt River and staying at Gold Canyon Golf Resort. We had too much fun, getting way too sunburnt! That evening we had our first real dinner date, and I ordered the cajun shrimp pasta. I had to cut these pieces of shrimp, they were large, and a bit slippery from the sauce.. attempting to cut one in half resulted in shooting half of a shrimp (along with the sauce) across the table at Nathan, he was splattered with sauce. We could not stop laughing! That weekend turned into one of the most memorable in my life. I was smitten, but different than what I've felt before. I felt safe and at home. Before we knew it we were throwing out the "L" word and talking about the future.

Phase 1 - Cat Shit and Watermelons "We need girls," I said to myself. Not because I was at a party with too many guys, but because mid-Covid, not a lot of ladies were showing up for my coed soccer team. So I asked Stacy if she wanted to play with us. No response... Zip. Ziltch. NADA. Months and months went by (basically a whole year) before I got my reply. At this point though, the team had disbanded due to lack of girls (nice timing Stacy). Now, I was super into gardening. And when I wasn't measuring the diameters of my blossoming watermelons or telling my sunflowers about the neighborhood cat that kept shitting in the garden bed, I'd often dream of what it'd be like to share this life with someone else that wasn't a plant or a six year-old. Truth be told, I knew Stacy would reply one day (I knew she wouldn't be able to resist my sensational charm and luscious flowing hair, forever). It just took longer than expected, and now I had no team! Alas, I would not let this foil my plot. I acted swiftly. I reached out to an old soccer friend of mine. Surely he had some room on the team for a quick-as-hell, good for three a game bombshell beauty, right? Mars was in retrograde, apparently, because the stars aligned and I had a team for us. Phase 2 - Ghosts are real A little chit-chat never hurt no one. I guess she was way interested in me because she was trying to hang out too. This was perfect! 6 o'clock on Saturday at Pockets sounded good to me too! "Wow," I thought. "I'm actually going on a date with her." Don't tell me I was too excited, I already knew that. Me @ 301pm : Hey are we still meeting tonight? Her: The Final Act - The Beginning of Forever One week later... I'd been festering. Maybe she was just allergic to MiracleGro and charismatic single fathers? I don't know if I had skipped over the other stages of GRIEF or if I had just ran the cycle a few times, but at this point, I was at anger and denial. I deserved an explanation. I consulted my attorneys and they said there was little they could do to successfully litigate these sort of issues. I was on my own on this one. I finally worked up the courage to ask her what happened? I can't remember exactly what she said, but she was so sweet and kind about it. So we tried again. That turned into a date painting ceramics that we never did paint. Which turned into a date at the movies which we never did watch. A lunch date to Culinary dropout turned into a kiss. That turned into a date to the center of the Earth. When we got back home, she put her hand on my chest before I left and kissed me. I remember exactly where we were standing. I remember exactly how I felt in that moment. This was real. From that moment on, she has shown me everyday that she is everything I ever wanted in a woman. How's that for a love story?