You’d think two small-town Idaho kids growing up just 45 minutes apart would’ve run into each other long before our twenties—but nope. Apparently, fate decided to take the scenic route.

I was a rancher’s daughter turned future teacher, studying Elementary Education at the University of Wyoming. Tony’s a blue-collar guy through and through—hard-working, good with tools, and always up for anything outdoors (especially if it’s loud, fast, or involves horsepower of some kind). In August 2021, our paths finally crossed in Laramie, Wyoming… at a bar, of course.

It wasn’t exactly love at first sight—more like “hey, you’re cute” over a Coors Light. But something clicked, and even after Tony went back to Idaho, we stayed in touch. And by “stayed in touch,” I mean he drove across state lines more times than we can count. Turns out, he was pretty into me. (Can’t blame him.)

By January 2022, we made it official during a snowmobile trip to Island Park—(because nothing says romance like freezing temps and engine noise). A little while later, Tony made the big move to Wyoming… though he still somehow landed four hours away. Long-distance, Wyoming style.

After I graduated, we bought our first home in Douglas, Wyoming, and started building a life together—with our sidekick Knox, the world's sassiest little toy Aussie who 100% thinks he runs the place. (He kind of does.)

We’ve been together for three years now, and on January 1st, 2025, Tony pulled off the biggest surprise of all—he proposed in front of my parents' house back in Idaho, complete with lights in the yard and zero hints dropped beforehand. I didn’t see it coming, which is saying something since I’m usually pretty nosey.

We love camping, hunting, riding horses, snowmobiling, and dancing in the dirt at concerts. Basically, if it involves being outside, a little mud, and good company, we’re in.

We can’t wait to tie the knot and celebrate with all our favorite people. Come ready to party, and maybe bring boots. (Just in case.)