Hey guys! I just started to write a post about our wedding and realized that I needed to back up and give those of you who don’t know us some context!
David and I actually met as infants—introduced by our parents, who had already been friends for many years. At the time, David’s mom and dad lived less than a mile away, and although they moved not long after David was born, they didn’t go far; to this day, our parents only live about a mile and half from each other. So, as you can imagine, our paths continued to cross as we grew up. Notable run-ins include the weekend David came to our lake house with a mutual friend and I played a harmless prank on him (…it’s not my fault he agreed to eat those dog treats…) and the dates we went on our senior year of high school. With our focus squarely set on college, the timing wasn’t quite right, but David certainly left an impression. It’s not every day an 18-year-old boy walks confidently up to his date’s front door, jokes with her dad about missing curfew, and then whisks her away for burritos in a vintage Mercedes, lovingly named Bocephus.
Five years later, in 2013, David’s dad and my mom (who is a CPA), realized during their annual tax appointment that we had both ended up back in Atlanta after college. The details get a little fuzzy here, but, according to David, he called his dad that afternoon and, to his surprise, my mom picked up and (strongly) encouraged him to take me on a date. Her version is much more casual, but one way or another, David got my number and did take me on a date—and a classic Atlanta date at that. We went to a Braves game, where we spent seven of the nine innings sipping beers in the parking lot, getting to know each other, and laughing a lot (a theme for us). Over the next couple of weeks, we hung out a few more times, and I think we both sensed, even that early on, that our friendship had the potential to become something more. It was just always really fun and easy to be around each other. So much so that when I went to the beach with my family that summer, I found myself missing him—and I guess he felt the same way, because the night I got back he asked me to be his girlfriend. Apparently, distance really does make the heart grow fonder!
The past four years have been full of adventures. Six months after we started dating I adopted a wild (but adorable) dog, name Murphy, and three months after that David moved to Birmingham for work. We were long distance for about a year before I decided to pack up my apartment and head to Alabama to be closer to him. That first year and a half together in Birmingham was filled with ups and downs as our relationship got more serious and we learned to rely on each other. As hard as it was at times, looking back I realize how crucial that period was because it taught us so much about each other and show us that we can make it through anything. So when David proposed in April 2017, almost exactly two years after I had moved to Birmingham, it felt like the perfect next step.
In December, we’ll start our next big adventure, and we could not be more excited. We’ve continued to grow and learn from this period of engagement and the wedding planning process, and I look forward to sharing some of those insights with you. I think we’ve handled a lot of the planning really well, but we’ve also made some key mistakes, and I’d love for y’all to be able to learn from those experiences (and avoid them, if possible). If there’s anything, in particular, you want to hear more about (our relationship, our wedding, etc.) don’t hesitate to let me know! I’m an open book.