It all began on a day like any other—except it wasn’t. Back during Covid times, fate decided to lace up its sneakers and take a stroll. I was walking Zach’s dog (Turnip) with our mutual friend that he lived with at the time. I was enjoying the rhythm of paws on pavement, when Zach appeared—sun-kissed and smiling, dressed in skin tight cycling bibs, drenched in sweat, and radiating the kind of energy that made the world tilt just slightly in his direction. There was something about that moment. Maybe it was Turnip’s tail wagging like a metronome of destiny, or maybe it was the way our eyes met—brief, curious, electric. Whatever it was, it planted a seed. Not long after, I found myself at his apartment for a game night with our mutual friend. Cards shuffled, dice rolled, laughter spilled across the room like tequila. But the real game was happening between glances, in shared jokes and subtle smiles. We hit it off—not just like sparks, but like puzzle pieces finally finding their match. Dating came naturally. It wasn’t a whirlwind—it was a rocket launch. Adventures became our love language: spontaneous road trips, brewery dates, walks, and late-night talks that stretched on for hours. We quickly became each other’s best friends and knew that what we had was something special. Then, in July 2022, we began on our greatest adventure yet— having our son, Stellan. A tiny heartbeat that turned our duet into a trio. Sleepless nights became sacred, and every giggle, every milestone, stitched our bond tighter. Parenthood didn’t just test our love—it deepened it and carved it into something unshakable. Now, as we stand on the edge of forever, engaged and building a life together, our story continues. It’s not just about how we met—it’s about how we grew. From dog walks and game nights to baby bottles, play dates, and learning to garden together, we’ve written a love story that’s equal parts serendipity and soul. And the best part? We’re only just getting started.