In March of 2024, Andrew and I both happened to end up at a Tracy Byrd concert in Aberdeen. While walking into the venue, I noticed a tall guy across the crowd and jokingly told my friend, “If that tall drink of water comes over and talks to me, I might just allow it.” Apparently, Andrew spent most of the concert working up the courage to do exactly that. Near the end of the night, he finally walked over, introduced himself with a handshake and a simple, “Hi, I’m Andrew,” and asked me to dance. A few songs later, we exchanged numbers. From there, things just fell into place. That spring, many of our date nights were spent riding in the planter while Andrew taught me about farming, or checking cattle where I returned the favor by teaching him about EPDs. Somewhere between long spring days, gravel roads, and our shared love for agriculture, what started with one dance at a country concert turned into forever.