Hal and I met at camp in 2016, but I didn't know him as Hal then. He was Bucky: the most talented one-handed guitar player. I've always thought the world of him, highly treasuring our conversations, detailed in my journal. Our paths crossed again, briefly, in 2019. I was still working at camp, and he served for a week as the camp speaker. Both of us were featured speakers on the last night of camp. I had been so excited to see him again. Every once in a while, our stories would converge again for a sentence or two: seeing each other at a wedding, passing each other in Downtown Franklin, hearing tales of the other. In March 2022, our dear friend Jenny moved into a new apartment, and (since Jenny is Jenny) she had an army of people willing to help. I was one of those people, and (thankfully) so was Hal. Seeing him again was an unparalleled excitement. He told stories, laughed at my jokes, and played us all an original song on his guitar. He even invited us all to see his students perform "Les Miserables" the next month. That evening, he called me. Talking to him again was taking a breath of fresh air. We called again and again and again. I would talk to him for hours and still have more to say. And, of course, he would talk to me for hours and still have more to say as well. Our first date was like that too. So was the second date and the third and every one after that. Even now, I still cannot believe that Hal Moyer - the most talented one-handed guitar player - is part of my story, and that I am part of his. His love is heaven sent, a true blessing. I'm so honored to begin a new chapter with him, and to share that beginning with all of you!