Blake's Version:

Picture this: I’m out here posting my wildest conspiracy theories on Instagram, thinking I’m just shouting into the void, when boom—Rebecca slides into my DMs with a like. That’s right, my beautiful future wife kicked off our love story by vibing with my tinfoil-hat energy. One DM led to another, and before we knew it, we were having daily and extremely long phone conversations. It felt like God Himself was playing matchmaker. It didn’t seem real. But as a Milwaukee Brewers fan, trust me I know when something special is brewing.

Our first date? A total touchdown. We met up at 1919 Kitchen & Tap right in the heart of Lambeau Field, where we got lost in amazing talks about life, faith, and our biggest dreams we had for our future. Over some of the best cheese curds in the planet (and fries for Rebecca), we realized we were on the same wavelength. It only took 3 hours of sucking in my gut to trick Rebecca that I was skinny. I couldn’t believe it worked.

Life wasn’t all smooth sailing, though. The day before I asked Rebecca to be my girlfriend, I was laid up in the hospital with a wild stomach infection—talk about bad timing! But nothing was gonna stop me. On Thanksgiving Day, with hearts stuffed fuller than the turkey, I asked her to be mine, and she said yes! We sealed the deal by cheering like mad men at a Packers game where they crushed the Dolphins at Lambeau— a day I’ll never forget. And not because of the morphine coursing through my veins from the hospital.

Barely two months in, we were prepared to get this show on the road. So much so that we went engagement ring shopping. After wandering through jewelry shops, Rebecca looked at me and said “Yup, this is the one.” It honestly made me so happy to see her so happy. Even though without a shadow of a doubt, I knew she was the one. I felt so nervous with the pressure of where and when I’d pop the question. She told me “not in public” a million times, so it was hard to think of somewhere romantic and not in public. I had a few ideas planned (with some vacations we had planned later in the year). But one random night on June 2nd, we were in front of my house in the car and it just felt right. I said “do you wanna get married?” She said “well, are you asking me?!” I said, “Get out the car,” and got on a knee. I know… super romantic of me.

From that one Instagram like, our story’s been a wild ride full of faith, laughs, and straight-up love. We can’t wait to celebrate our way into marriage with all of you on June 1st, 2026, and keep trusting God’s got our back every step of the way! See you then.

Rebecca's Version:

One random day in the middle of nowhere Nebraska (literally), I was doing what any bored person does—scrolling through social media. I tapped “like” on one of Blake’s posts, not thinking much of it... and boom, cue the plot twist. That one little tap sparked a wild conversation. Blake told me he had a story to share, but said, "It’s way too long to text.”(Smooth, right?) Next thing I know, he’s asking for my number.

And that’s when it really took off—endless phone calls, late-night convos, constant laughter. It was insane how much we had in common—from our faith and family values to our future dreams. I still remember him saying, “When you’re back in Green Bay, I’m taking you out.” Cue the butterflies. Oh—and he also said he was going to marry me. No pressure, right?

Fast forward a month: it’s Thanksgiving week, I’m moving from Nebraska to Iowa, then heading home for the holidays. I was so nervous. Things had been perfect over the phone—there was no way it would be that good in person. I go to pick Blake up, heart racing, hands shaking—and BAM! He walks right up and kisses me. Like, hello?? I did NOT see that coming.

We grabbed drinks and a bite at Lambeau Field (because, Wisconsin), and it felt like we’d known each other forever. And those blue eyes? Wow. I was hooked. I didn’t want the night to end.

But the next day? Plot twist #2. Blake says he’s not feeling well, so I go check on him… and end up taking him to the ER. Yep, our second date was in a hospital. Romantic, right? But even with all that, when he was discharged, he tells me, “We’re still going to the Packer game.” (He had bought the tickets a month earlier!) So we went, had an amazing time—and by the end of the night, I was officially his girlfriend.

Another fast forward: it’s Christmas time, and he meets my whole family—and they love him (of course). Then, after countless road trips between Iowa and Wisconsin, we both knew we didn’t want to keep doing long distance—we wanted forever. In February, Blake casually drops, “Wanna go ring shopping?” I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. A week later, he tells me he put money down on one of the rings we saw!

A couple months pass—still no ring on my hand—but he gives me a promise ring. Sweet, right? Well, that didn’t last long, because on June 2nd, he asked my parents for their blessing. That night, under a streetlight in a cul-de-sac (so cinematic), he tells me, “Get out of the car. I’m going to ask you right now.” And I said (without missing a beat), “Duh!”

And just like that, I became a fiancée to my best friend.

Now here we are, starting a brand new chapter in Arizona and planning a wedding we’ve both only dreamed about. We can’t wait to see what God has in store for our future—and to celebrate this beautiful next step with all of you!

Let’s do this—Mrs. Bever, coming soon!