Kimber & Colt

October 18, 2025 · Chicago, Illinois

Please join us to celebrate finally getting married.

How it Started

It started with the most dull exchange of banal pleasantries between two strangers online.

Were we looking for love?  Were we hostages made to talk to each other? Hard to tell.

Kimber: “Hey. OkCupid says we chose each other. How are you?”

Colt: “I’m doing well. Unwinding after a long day of errands. I was back home for the holidays and just got back yesterday. How are you?”

Kimber: “I’m great as well. Also now unwinding. Got a haircut, went grocery shopping then made dinner after a busy day at work. Where did you go for the holidays and how was it?”

At the time, Kimber was a web producer and writer for a start-up news publication in Glencoe, Illinois, and Colt was a social worker at Heartland Health Outreach in Uptown.  Both lived only a few blocks away from each other in East Lakeview.  Colt was new to Chicago and didn’t know anybody - Kimber had just returned to the city after a stint in Monterey after graduate school.

After a few more days of messaging (yet saying nothing) we finally met on Jan. 4, 2013, at Sheffield’s in Lakeview.

But Sheffields was too busy so we went to Trader Todd’s down the street, a notorious “Sand Bar” type establishment. Under neon palm trees and with Jimmy Buffet in our ears, we started to see each other in full color. The irresistible Margaritaville energy combined with the excitement of a budding connection made for a first date we will never forget.     

And the rest is history…

We moved in together a year and a half later in Uptown. Over the past 12 years, we’ve traveled the world, hiked many of America’s National Parks, explored Chicago’s music and food scene, and adopted the joy of our life: Soots.

The Proposal

Eleven years in, Colt decided it was time to make some moves. The day after Thanksgiving in 2023, he rented a cabin at a Christmas tree farm in Richland Center, Wisconsin for a “quick getaway.” While picking up supplies at a grocery store near Madison, Colt decided to buy a bottle of champagne, which should have been the first hint. The second was his offer to make breakfast — his much-loved biscuits and gravy. 

As the biscuits baked and the gravy simmered, Colt interrupted Kimber reading and proposed. Kimber said yes. We spent the rest of the day walking through the woods, grilling steaks, charging the electric car we rented that had the range of a golf cart, and enjoying the only hardcopy media in the cabin: Listening to Beyonce’s I Am… Sasha Fierce and watching Miss Congeniality.