Our Story
Our first date was on December 15, 2024, at a restaurant in Northern Liberties. By January, Taylor had already started quietly researching rings, which either makes him a hopeless romantic or just very bad at keeping secrets. (Kate would like the record to reflect it's the second one.)
Since then we've made a habit of running off together whenever we can, including trips to Los Angeles, Palm Springs, San Diego, Chicago, New York City, Lake Placid, and Puerto Rico so far, with plenty more destinations plotted out. Closer to home, our favorite tradition is just trying the next new restaurant around Philly most weekends. Somewhere in there, our family grew, too: Riley, our beloved (if occasionally unhinged) dog, and Benny, a cat who showed up on our doorstep one day and simply decided this was now his house. That makes three pets total, alongside Kia, Taylor's dog since college, who has made her true loyalties to Kate embarrassingly obvious.
On July 12, 2026, Taylor got down on one knee at Vernick Fish, one of our favorite restaurants in the city, surrounded by the people who matter most: Kate's mom Silvia, step-dad John, sister Ally, and Taylor's mom Susan. There were tears. Many, many tears. If you haven't already seen the pictures and video of Kate absolutely losing it, just ask. We love an excuse to show them off.
