Our first date involved a tiny plane, zero background checks, and somehow, it wasn’t our last. We survived a pandemic, graduate school, a whole lot of flight training, and the thrilling saga of merging two calendars into one. Along the way, we discovered that love isn’t always grand gestures—it’s tolerating each other’s weird habits and pretending not to hear each other chew.

Somewhere between 2 a.m. airport pickups, kitchen dance parties, and debates over how to properly load the dishwasher, we built a life that feels solid—sometimes chaotic, occasionally absurd, but undeniably ours. We’ve learned to communicate without words, fight mostly over what’s for dinner, and find joy in the most boring errands when we do them together.

For six years now, we’ve navigated life with equal parts sarcasm and stubbornness—surviving road trips, weird neighbors, bad takeout, and deeply incompatible sleep schedules. Turns out, we make a pretty decent team.

Now we’re getting married—because “just dating forever” wasn’t getting us cake, joint health insurance, or the satisfaction of forcing everyone to read this page.

K&I