Our Story

Dan and I met as children.  Well, I was a child of 10.  He was the super cute boy who was two years older and friends with my brother.  The crush peaked in late middle school.  I assume it was the way he looked in green tights in the Robin Hood home movie he and my brother made for a history class.  But needless to say I remained simply “the little sister” and eventually my attentions turned to boys that would actually talk to me.

Flash forward 14 years.  During those years we saw each other a handful of times.  A Christmas here, a summer vacation there, a day spent in Chicago when my brother and Dan were sharing an apartment.  I however, remained the little sister.

October of 2014 changed all that.  It was my brother's wedding on a farm about an hour south of Atlanta.  I knew Dan would be there since he was a groomsman.  I was a bridesmaid.  But as I made the drive from the Atlanta airport to the farm with my parents I also heard some news I was not expecting.  Dan was single.  Something sparked in my brain.  I was also single.  Interesting.  

I will not quite admit to planning out my wardrobe very carefully the day I knew he would arrive.  I also won’t admit to anxiously looking out the window of the Inn every time another car pulled up to see if it was him.  He eventually arrived and I hurried out to say hello.  Turns out we had a lot of time to talk the next two days since we were paired as bridesmaid and groomsmen.  I suspect this was a subtle plot from some hopeful mothers.  But as the two days wore on it was clear to me that the 14 year old crush was still there.  I worked up the courage to ask him to sit with me at the reception and by the end of the night when he asked me to dance I knew I was no longer just “the little sister.”

Copious amounts of texting and talking ensued in the next few weeks.  After several “secret” visits to Chicago, the families were told.  To our surprise no one else was surprised.  They had all suspected a budding relationship ever since the wedding.  To this day more than a few people claim to be “the one that called it first at the wedding.”  

Our long distance relationship continued with me in Houston and Dan in Chicago.  Eventually it was clear that long distance would no longer work out and we made the decision that I would move to Chicago.  I moved in May of 2016 and anxiously awaited a proposal.  And kept waiting.  And kept waiting.  And kept waiting.  True to his personality the engagement came at the last possible minute of the last possible day that I could have expected it and he popped the question atop a mountain in the Austrian Alps.  Also true to his personality it was sweet and wonderful and exciting and funny and I could not have hoped for anything more incredible.  

So here we are.  About to tie the knot surrounded by those that love us.  Many of whom knew us when I was still just “the little sister” and Dan was the cute Robin Hood in green tights.