Some love stories feel written long before they begin. Ours started on a summer night at Cheyenne Frontier Days, brought together by my mom, who somehow knew exactly what she was doing. What began as a simple introduction quickly became something that felt easy, natural, and meant to be. For two years, we loved each other from miles apart. Long distance taught us what love really is; choosing each other daily, holding onto faith in the waiting, and treasuring late-night calls and long drives just to be together. Distance didn’t weaken us; it shaped us and proved what we had was worth fighting for. When we finally closed the distance and built a home together, it felt like stepping into answered prayers. The proposal reflected every sacrifice and every prayer that brought us here. We’re so grateful for the journey and even more excited for the forever ahead. 🤍