Welcome to the Celebration of our Union

I was always content on my own, navigating life quietly, despite the many family-arranged matches that never felt right. Then, one day, my fun-loving uncle surprised me with a gleam in his eye, a grin on his lips that spoke of a secret. His voice was light, almost childlike, as he said, "I know someone who’s eager to speak with you—may I give him your number?" suggesting someone he thought was perfect. Normally, I would’ve brushed it off, but something about his enthusiasm made me agree. Weeks went by, and I forgot about it—until a call came through. His voice was calm and familiar, and, strangely, I felt a sense of peace. In that instant, a part of me knew he was the one, even if I wasn’t ready to fully accept it. Through our conversations, he won my heart with his patience, kindness, and sincerity. He passed every test I put him through, always showing strength and grace. My mother, always cautious, gave her blessing first, and soon, he earned the approval of all the men in my family. Looking back, I realize it was meant to be—fate, timing, and love had brought him into my life. He filled the quiet spaces in my heart, and, finally, everything felt complete.

It started on a plane. She was by the window, wrapped up in her book, unaware of anyone else. Something about her just drew me in, made me want to know her. The flight was long, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. We ended up talking, and once we did, it felt like the most natural thing. By the time we landed, I knew she was someone special. I had to ask for her number, but she wasn’t ready to give it to me—not yet. I didn’t let it end there. I reached out through a mutual family friend, got her number, and waited a month before calling her. When she answered, it was like we picked up right where we left off. That spark? Still there, stronger than ever. We talked every day after that, diving into everything that mattered. I knew I had found something real. It wasn’t just love at first sight—it was love at first conversation. Looking back, I know it wasn’t just chance. It was meant to be. And now, I still call her every day, not because I have to, but because I can’t imagine my life any other way.