Some love stories start with sparks — ours started with sunshine, football, and a summer camp. In 2023, I brought my son Kayden to a Miami Dolphins youth camp, fully expecting a normal week of packed lunches, sunscreen, and cheering from the sidelines. What I didn’t expect was him.

Aaron saw me first (he’ll proudly remind you of that), but when I saw him, I felt it — that undeniable, can’t-look-away kind of connection. By the end of the week, we had plans for dinner, and when we finally sat down together, the conversation flowed like we were catching up on years — not hours.

We talked about everything: God, family, values, life, and love. We didn’t just click — we connected. Deeply. That night, something shifted. After that? We basically never stopped seeing each other.

Even with hectic work schedules and real-life chaos, we always made time. Because when it’s right, it doesn’t feel like work — it feels like home. Aaron didn’t just love me — he stepped into my world and embraced my son, Kayden, as his own. Our little trio became the heartbeat of this love.

Now, here we are — planning a lifetime together, still flirting, still praying, still laughing (usually at each other), and still head over heels.

We can’t wait to celebrate this next chapter under the sunset skies, surrounded by our people, as we officially say I do to forever — family, faith, and a whole lot of love.