Once upon a time in the magical land of Las Vegas (aka the adult Disneyland), fate decided to play matchmaker—with a little help from our mutual friend. In May 2018, he invited two separate squads to share one wild suite: Nicole from sunny San Diego, and Nolan from bustling LA. Little did we know, blackjack wasn't the only winning hand that weekend.

Nolan saw Nicole and thought, “Wow, she’s super cute, friendly, and doesn’t hate my jokes—jackpot!” Meanwhile, Nicole probably thought, “Hey, this guy’s not bad... and he texts in full sentences—rare!” Over the summer, we kept the spark alive via text (our thumbs got a real workout). Then in August, Nicole made the drive to LA for what can only be described as a low-key, high-stakes first date. Spoiler alert: it went well. So well that we started driving back and forth every weekend like two caffeine-fueled lovebirds with frequent flyer miles on I-5.

By October 27, 2018, Nolan made it official—he asked Nicole to be his girlfriend. Fast forward: we moved in together in 2019, got engaged on October 26, 2024 (romantically close to our anniversary, because we’re thoughtful like that), and traveled everywhere from Japan to South Dakota (yes, even South Dakota gets love).

We’ve raised two adorable doggos, survived life's plot twists, and tag-teamed through tough times with hugs, patience, and probably too much takeout. Somewhere between road trips, ramen in Tokyo, and Netflix marathons, we realized: this is it. You're my forever travel buddy, snack sharer, dog co-parent, and the person I want to grow hilariously old with.

So, we’re tying the knot—because what happens in Vegas… turns into a lifetime of love.

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