Our first conversation happened via bumble message, which means Abbie laid down the moves. We went on a date in downtown Macon that was meant to be drinks. It turned into dinner, and more drinks, and suddenly hours had gone by. From there, love grew in the loud cheering of concert venues, laughter with our amazing friends, singing in karaoke bars and screaming (mostly Abbie) over a competitive game of Munchkin or an inability to beat the clock in Overcooked. Love grew in the quiet moments of comfort during healing and support in sorrow, of sharing each others favorite hobbies and TV shows, of Peter trying to get through Abbie's favorite book series (we are still working on book 1.) Love grew during the mundane of every day and the craziness of building a new life together. It grew in new places and in old and in the challenges we faced together. Love came in softly, surrounding us as we realized that we wouldn't want to be anywhere else but in this life we share.