We are getting married!

Dillon was working out of town, as he often does, but this time his assignment brought him to Hurricane—just a short drive from Saint George, where I was living at the time. By chance—or maybe something more—we both happened to be on Mutual, the dating app for Latter-Day Saints, and that's where our paths first crossed. Our conversations were casual but we knew something was different. There was a sense of ease between us, and before long, we made plans to meet in person. We chose a Culver’s halfway between Saint George and Hurricane—a simple place, but just right for a first date. I had eaten a big lunch of carne asada fries (one of my guilty pleasures), so I wasn’t all that hungry, but I was more than full with anticipation. As soon as we sat down, time seemed to slow. We talked and laughed for hours, sharing stories, talking about our families, trading smiles, and finding that rare kind of comfort you only feel with someone who just gets you. Even after dinner, we weren’t ready to say goodbye. We stood by his work truck, the night quietly wrapping around us, and kept talking as the stars came out—about everything and nothing at all.