If you ask Dusty: It was 2018, and I had spent the first 26 years of my life in central Illinois. Other than a feeling that change was needed, I am still unsure what my true motive was moving ~1700 miles away from anything familiar. There were a few knowns, but the real intrigue came from what was to be discovered.

Before I got around to furnishing my apartment, I found myself and some friends sprinting at sunrise to the 16th hole of TPC Scottsdale for the Waste Management Open. It was there that I was introduced to Emily Kissel.

It is not a ‘love at first sight’ story, but we chatted a bit, yelled at golfers and drank 12 Coors Lights. The good ole days.

A couple of months passed before we hung out again; an Easter Sunday funday at the church of Boondocks. The events of that day won’t make it on here, but it was the day I was confident enough to ask for Emily’s number.

It was quickly apparent that whatever I was looking for was right in front of me. I simply had to bend my neck a tad.

If you ask Emily: We met casually at the Phoenix Open in 2018 at 5am while waiting for the doors to open. Coincidentally, we ended up at the same Super Bowl party the following day where we shot gunned our first beer together, but it wasn't until over a month later that our paths crossed again on Easter. It was that day, fueled by a few drinks, that Dusty asked for my number. We spent the following week hanging out with friends at the Zoo and going on our first official date to what is now one of our favorite restaurants. From then on, we were inseparable.

Several months later, we took a significant step in our relationship and decided to move in together. A year after that, we bought our first home. In 2021, our family expanded as we welcomed Humphrey into our lives.

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