About Us
We’d actually known each other for a few years before we started dating.
Sort of.
We met during pre-wedding festivities for amazing mutual friends (thanks, Erin and Andrew!). Chelsea was immediately smitten. Nate had no idea who she was because he had a girlfriend.
(At least the wedding photographer seemed to think we looked *chef’s kiss* together, as evidenced by us being posed together for pictures like this one.)
Since Nate lived in DC and Chelsea was up in Boston, we didn’t see each other for another 2 years (give or take) after the wedding. We may have crossed paths, but it wasn’t until we were at Erin and Andrew’s daughter’s 1st birthday (thanks, Bea!) that we got to chatting.
Chelsea found out Nate was now single, and after the party tried to flirt and impress him with her love of beer. Nate thought Chelsea was Erin’s married sister-in-law.
(It was an honest mistake.)
We then didn’t see each other for another whole year, this time at a 40th birthday party for, you guessed it, Andrew. Luckily, Nate had been informed prior to the party that Chelsea was not, in fact, a married woman from St. Louis, but a single college friend from Boston. Finally both single and aware of each others’ true identities, we hit it off at the party.
The next day, Nate invited Chelsea to get together before she left DC. Chelsea promptly got a 24-hour bug from a baby (thanks, Tommy!).
Two weeks later, Nate visited Chelsea in Boston. Two weeks after that, Chelsea visited him in DC. That weekend, the world shut down because of COVID. When leaving Erin and Andrew’s after a visit on the last night, we said we’d figure it out.
Then our Uber driver pulled up wearing a full-on gas mask.
(This is actually a pretty solid rendition.)
Luckily, we made it work, and a year later Nate moved into Chelsea’s apartment in the haunted Old Salem Jail. It made sense on multiple levels.
6 Months later, we packed up our belongings (and the dog), said goodbye to city living, and moved south to the charming beach town of Scituate.
(~7am moving day breakfast of champions.)
By then, we knew we were in it for the long haul. On July 22, 2022, Nate proposed to Chelsea during a beautiful summer walk along the Causeway in Nate’s hometown of Colchester, VT.
On June 9, 2023 we quickly (but wonderfully) were legally wed in our home. And then on June 23, 2023, well—you know the rest.
Since then, we’ve accumulated another dog, too many holiday decorations, and approximately 500,000 vinyl records. It’s been a great ride, and we can’t wait to see what comes next.
