We met at a bonfire at the very beginning of October. I was sitting on the back of his truck while he was trying to take a picture — and he had no idea who I was. He walked up and told me to get off his truck. I told him no. And somehow, from that stubborn little moment, we ended up talking the entire night. I stayed at the party. He left. But the next morning, I called him and told him he was right. From there, we just started hanging out… and slowly, something started to grow. Then I found out he was leaving for basic training, and we had to separate for a little while. But that’s when he started sending me letters. Real letters in the mail. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain the feeling of seeing his handwriting, knowing he took the time to write to me. It was the best feeling in the world. We kept talking more and more. When he came home to visit, we got a hotel for the night. It was the most magical night I’ve ever had — just us, no distance, no waiting. He left again. Then he came back before the military ball, right in the middle of winter. And that’s when he asked me to marry him. I didn’t hesitate. I just said yes. After the ball, I was supposed to get on a plane and go back home. But when we got to the airport, he looked at me and said, “What if you just don’t leave?” So I didn’t. I stayed in North Carolina. We got married there — just us, starting our forever in the place where our story really began. And we can’t wait to come home one day and celebrate it the way we’ve always dreamed, surrounded by everyone we love. It all started with me refusing to get off his truck… And somehow, it turned into a lifetime. 🤍