We’re getting married!

Her Side Like all great love stories, ours started… at church. I was in the choir, singing my heart out. He was behind the drums, keeping the beat, probably wondering why the choir struggled to stay on tempo. We were part of the same youth group, friendly but not exactly friends. Then, in 2018, after church one day, I randomly said, “We should get coffee sometime.” (Which is hilarious, considering I didn’t even drink coffee back then.) It wasn’t a date, at least not in my mind. But we started hanging out outside of church, and before I knew it, we had built a friendship that didn’t just exist on Sundays. Fast forward to 2021. After choir rehearsal one evening, he very confidently offered to cook me dinner. And listen, I won’t lie I said yes mostly because I love food. What I didn’t know was that his cooking skills at the time were… a work in progress. But somehow, even with questionable kitchen expertise, that night changed everything. And here we are. Turns out, my coffee invitation and his brave attempt at dinner were the beginning of something neither of us saw coming. Oh, and about the coffee thing? Let’s just say, after multiple Starbucks runs and his homemade coffee, he eventually converted me. His Side Let’s set the record straight, I had eyes on her way before she ever invited me for coffee. I was playing drums every Sunday, stealing glances at the choir stand, just waiting for the right moment to make a move. And then, out of nowhere, she did it for me. “We should get coffee sometime,” she said. And I thought, Finally! (Also, fun fact: she didn’t even drink coffee. Suspicious.) After that, we started spending more time together, and our friendship grew beyond church. I knew there was something special there, I just needed the right moment to make my move. Enter: The Dinner Offer of 2021. After choir rehearsal, I casually offered to cook her dinner, fully confident in my abilities. The truth? My cooking skills were… let’s call them under construction. But she said yes, and that night, something shifted. It wasn’t just dinner. It was our moment. And now, here we are. Moral of the story? I always knew she was checking me out. She’ll deny it, but we both know the truth. Also, she can’t claim she’s not a coffee drinker anymore, I made sure of that.