We’re both originally from South Florida; but it took moving to Atlanta, hundreds of miles away from home, for us to finally find each other.

It all started at Ormsby’s—a cozy bar tucked into our West Midtown neighborhood, where the drinks are strong and the dart games are fiercely competitive. Amid the clink of pint glasses and the hum of laughter, we met. (To this day, we debate who made the first move—let's just say it was fate... and maybe a little liquid courage.)

Our first official date was at Gio’s, where between bites of pasta and nervous laughter, we realized something special was starting.

Things moved quickly—in the best way. We moved in together, started traveling every chance we got, and became proud parents to a tiny, sausage-shaped bundle of joy: our wiener dog, Ormsby (yes, named after the bar where it all began: sentimental and slightly ridiculous, just like us).

Fast forward to a perfect day in Charleston (one of our favorite places to escape real life), and that’s where the big question was asked—and answered with a very enthusiastic yes.

We’re so excited to start this next chapter hand in hand, surrounded by those we love, and looking forward to a lifetime together.