We can't wait to celebrate with you! In anticipation of the big day, we have created this wedding website to keep you up to date on all the details of our wedding.
Here is a little bit about our story, well from Daniel point of view.
In 2018 a man messaged me online and started making conversation. If you’ve ever tried your hand at online dating, then you know that first contact can be simultaneously mundane and anxiety-inducing. However, this wasn’t any of that. It was pleasant and engaging – a welcome respite from the monotony. Unfortunately, every time I suggested hanging out IRL, it wouldn’t come to fruition. Eventually, I moved on but felt like I’d missed out on something. I knew that I would be moving closer to him in 2019, and maybe I’d try reaching out to him again in a few months. Those few months pass and I find myself 20 miles closer to him, so one evening I gave up studying and got back online for the express purpose of reaching out to him. After jogging his memory, he recalled our previous conversations and was quick to offer up the opportunity to hang out. I took it enthusiastically and wasn’t disappointed. Our first meeting was the night before his two-week trip to Norway. I spent those two weeks paying attention to the time difference so I could text him at a reasonable hour.


When he got back, we finally got to go on our first date. On it, he asked me a very direct question: “What is it that you want from this? I want us to be on the same page, so I need to know how much effort I should put into this.” I’ll be honest, it was jarring. Online, people ask some variation of this all the time, but the medium and relative anonymity make it less intense. Asking that question in person would require an immediate response. My response would create a foundation, and I would have to hold myself accountable to those words going forward. I told him that I wanted to pursue a relationship with him. I wasn’t confident when I said it, but why else would I have stalked this man across multiple platforms for half a year if I didn’t see the potential?


So, the relationship takes off, and when the pandemic began, it became a practical idea for us to live together. I was worried about it, but he wasn’t. He told me that this moment was the start of a life we would build together and asked me what family photos I wanted to put up in his house. I was surprised. I didn’t own photos of my family. All I had was a gigantic portrait of my late father and his mother. It hung in the formal living room of my childhood home, a physical reminder of the sacrifices my father made to create a life halfway around the world from his home. I didn’t say anything about the portrait, nor did I respond to his question, but it didn’t matter. He’d found it in my storage unit while I was moving and found a space for it among his family photos. I didn’t realize he’d brought it in until I was moving my things into the bedroom. I cried. Like, full-on ugly cried. For me, that’s when I knew. I was going to marry him someday.


Perhaps that’s why I didn’t flinch when we found ourselves discussing a hypothetical wedding. At first, we’d be sure to speak in dependent clauses, “If there was a wedding…” and before we knew it, we began discussing our wedding as if it was just another inevitability. Maybe the “magic” then in this announcement comes from the moment we found our rings. At some point, I settled on wanting an Indian-style band, without stones. He wanted something so icy; you’d need sunglasses to look at it straight on. I assumed we’d find things at separate places, and it would be fine. That’s not what happened. We went to an Indian jeweler, and both found things that worked for us. Somehow, this gesture on his part was symbolic for me. I wanted my ring to include a part of my identity, a part that I’ve always been at odds with. Finding a ring he wanted in that space felt like he was showing me that he loved every part of me, even the parts that I don’t fully understand myself. Nobody got on one knee. This was a decision we made together, the next natural step in the progression of our life. We’re continuing to build on the solid foundation we set years ago, and we’re looking forward to all the years ahead of us.


Steven Morehead, I love you so very much, and I can’t wait to be your husband. We’re gonna look so good in Sherwanis.