G & F

We met in May 2024 through a matchmaker—two introverts, both a little nervous, both deeply romantic, and both late bloomers in the world of dating. We weren’t looking for something casual; we were longing for something rare. The kind of love that isn’t rushed. The kind of love that honors God, builds a home, and whispers, you’re safe here. For years, we had struggled to find the kind of connection we dreamed about—one rooted in faith, joy, and emotional safety. So we surrendered. We gave it to God and trusted that His timing, not ours, would bring the right person. On our first date, we felt something neither of us expected—peace. Not the butterflies of anxiety, but the quiet confidence that we were right where we were meant to be. We talked like old friends, laughed like kindred spirits, and listened like people who wanted to build something real. We didn’t have to perform. We just had to be. As we leaned into the unknown, George said something that changed everything: “Let’s give long distance a try.” It wasn’t easy, but we committed—with intention, prayer, and a whole lot of voice messages. Our faith grew. Our love deepened. And even though we were miles apart, we never felt alone. We supported each other through grief, big transitions, and new jobs. We cheered each other on through life’s chaos—celebrating the highs and holding space in the lows. George brought comfort when my world felt heavy, and I stood beside him as he pursued healing and purpose. Together, we found what it meant to not just love—but to choose each other daily. Then came June 16, 2025. High above the Sandia Mountains, 10,000 feet in the air at Ten 3, George got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. The sky stretched endlessly around us, and in that moment, it felt like all of heaven was smiling. This is our story: A story of two souls who refused to give up on love. A story built on prayer, patience, and grace. A story of how faith met timing—and turned strangers into forever.