It all started in March of 2023 with a Facebook message—and a 14-hour phone call that neither of us saw coming. That first conversation flew by like we’d known each other forever. A few days later, Peter asked me to meet him for coffee. I hesitated (for quite a while, actually), but eventually decided to take a leap—and I’m so glad I did. From the moment I saw him, I think I knew.

After a few dates, it quickly became harder and harder to leave. Not just because I’m a terrible driver at night—but because it already felt like home being with him. One night, Peter asked me to stay. I did… and I never left.

In December of 2024, he asked me another big question. He chose the perfect ring, made a reservation at my favorite Italian spot on The Hill in St. Louis (even though we waited forever for a table), and had a whole proposal plan involving Christmas lights. But by the time dinner ended, it was too late for lights—so instead, he parked the car, looked at me, and proposed right there. We laughed. We cried. And, of course, I said yes.

I even let him pick our wedding date—and he chose the most meaningful one of all: his mom’s birthday.

These days, you can usually find us on a country drive with the windows down, singing our favorite songs (the first time I heard his singing voice, my heart melted), exploring local farmers markets, or making a trip to the city to see the Christmas lights. But our happiest place of all is at the lake house, surrounded by our family, friends, and our beloved doodles—Buddy and Bear.

It’s been a beautiful journey, and we can’t wait to start the next chapter together—with all of you by our side.