Our Story

Dalton and I first crossed paths in high school. Although it would be romantic to claim love at first sight, the truth is neither of us even remember our first meeting—one day, Dalton was simply there. Over the next few months, we got to know each other, and soon after, we began dating.

Fast forward three years filled with adventures and semi-blissful dating (lol), we, with the support of our families, built our home on the farm. A year later, around Christmas, an unforgettable moment unfolded. I was driving home from my work Christmas party when Dalton texted, asking me to pick him up at the barn. Knowing me well, he anticipated I might forget, so he parked his work truck across our driveway, ensuring I’d stop.

When I arrived, he came out of the barn and motioned for me to sit in the passenger seat. To my surprise, he blindfolded me with our dog's nutcracker hankerchief. Despite having hoped for this moment for months, I remained unsuspecting. Dalton had apparently planned the entire proposal two months earlier in a different way but had to leave for work in Florida—typical Dalton: always working!

Blindfolded, we drove a short distance to our house. Dalton gently guided me out of the truck, turned me around, and asked me to remove the blindfold. By then, I had a hunch about what was happening. Before me, strung across hay bales out back, were white Christmas lights held with blue tuck tape from our house build, spelling out, “Will you marry me?” There he was, on one knee, holding the ring. Of course, I said yes! And here we are now, preparing to tie the knot nine months later.