Some love stories are written in an instant — a flash of fate that brings two people together. Ours was different: a slow, quiet weaving over time, until the universe finally pulled us back to where we were always meant to be. We didn’t really know each other — just knew of each other, with mutual friends and a few casual conversations over the years. Our paths hovered near one another, but we never truly connected… until fate decided it was time. Years later, as if scripted by the universe, we reconnected at a wedding. That night was filled with laughter, familiarity, and the unshakable feeling that something bigger was unfolding between us. From that moment on, we were inseparable — even when miles stretched between us. Our love spanned time zones and airports, flight after flight, proving that distance only made us stronger. Every visit was a glimpse into the life we were building. Every goodbye, only temporary. Eventually, the back-and-forth became unbearable — not because our love wasn’t enough, but because we were ready for more. So, he moved back to Maryland. And just like that, love became life. We became a family. I already had a daughter who quickly stole his heart, and together, we welcomed another — a tiny, perfect reflection of the love we had grown. Blending our lives was chaotic and beautiful, a dance of laughter, growth, and unconditional love. Then came July 12th — a night we’ll never forget. Gatlinburg, Tennessee. A Ferris wheel above the glow of the town. The world quieted around us. And as we reached the top, surrounded by mountains and stars, he asked the question we had both known the answer to for so long. Yes. A thousand times, yes. Our love story is one of fate, patience, and devotion — from distant strangers to soulmates, from long-distance flights to finding home, from two hearts to one family. And this? This is just the beginning. 🥀