In 2025, I came to Boston for an internship while completing my PhD in Michigan. New to the city and far from home, one of the first things I longed for was a church community—a place to stay spiritually grounded during my time there. That search led me to Boston PIWC, where I faithfully fellowshipped for three months. Little did I know, it would lead me to so much more than I was looking for. Each week, I noticed Deborah delivering the church video announcements. I didn't know much about her yet, but something told me I needed to find out who she was. I eventually found her name on the church WhatsApp page and in true Richard fashion, I tried to connect with her on LinkedIn first, because, honestly, it felt like the platform that matched my personality best. Deborah never saw the request, so for a while, I was left wondering. Then one Sunday, I attended the Central (late morning) service instead of my usual PIWC (early morning) service, a small, unexpected change that would become one of the most important moments of my life. As I was leaving, I ran into Deborah at the entrance. Seeing her in person gave me the courage I'd been searching for. I told her how beautiful her smile was, mentioned that I was new in town, and admitted I wouldn't mind if she showed me around Boston sometime. To my delight, the conversation flowed effortlessly, as though we had known each other far longer than a few minutes. I asked for her number, handed her my phone, and she saved her contact. I walked away with my heart full simply because I finally had the chance to talk to her. Over time, through persistence, consistency and intentional conversations, Deborah gave me a chance and agreed to go out with me. After our second date, we never stopped talking. What began as simple conversations quickly blossomed into something meaningful, something rare and something real. By the time I left Boston, I already knew in my heart that I had found my wife. There was no confusion, no hesitation about how I felt. I could clearly see the woman Deborah was— kind, intelligent, faithful, compassionate, and unwavering in her support. I knew without a doubt that she was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Long distance was not always easy. Between FaceTimes, flights, packed schedules, Deborah completing her master's degree, and me finishing my PhD, we both carried a lot. We were also learning how to weave together our different backgrounds and experiences into one shared life. But through patience, intentionality, understanding, and a whole lot of prayer, we made it work because some things are simply worth fighting for. Looking back, we can clearly see God's hand woven through every part of our journey. Through the love and support of our family and friends, He kept us grounded and drew us closer with every step. We are grateful for everything that brought us here, and our hearts are full as we look forward to spending forever together.