Every love story is special—but ours started with crawfish, cracked peanut shells, and a whole lot of heart.

He’s from Louisiana, she’s from Texas. They met at a crawfish boil (how else could this Southern love story begin?). Ironically, he’s not the biggest fan of crawfish, and she could eat it every day—but that didn’t stop them from sparking a connection over spicy tails and laughter.

Their first official date (unbeknownst to her) was at an Astros game, where he taught her the unspoken rule of ballpark etiquette: peanut shells go on the ground, not in your pocket. That day, between foul balls and friendly teasing, something clicked. It wasn’t just fun—it felt easy.

Not long after, she met his family—and in true Louisiana fashion, they welcomed her with open arms. So much so that they included her in the family photos that day. Looking back, maybe they knew before either of us did: this was it.

From that crawfish boil to this moment, we’ve built something real—rooted in love, laughter, and a blend of Texas boldness and Louisiana soul. We’re so grateful for every step that brought us here, and we can’t wait to celebrate the beginning of forever with all of you!