#PittHappens

We didn’t meet in some dramatic, movie-scene kind of way. We met the way a lot of real love stories begin—mid-shift, on our feet, doing the work that needed to be done. Back then, we were both working at the Winchester Country Club. Our days were filled with long hours of serving and bartending, carrying trays, refilling glasses, and laughing in the brief quiet moments between rushes. We spent countless days side by side, learning each other through shared exhaustion, inside jokes, and the unspoken understanding that comes from working hard together. It was easy. Comfortable. Familiar. But at the time, it was just life as it was. And then, as life so often does, it happened. Schedules changed. Paths shifted. Time moved forward. We lost contact—not out of anything dramatic, just the natural drifting that comes when life pulls you in different directions. For a while, we were simply two people who had once shared a chapter, each continuing on with our own separate stories. Until life, in its quiet persistence, decided we weren’t finished yet. Years later, in a moment neither of us could have predicted, we found each other again—this time through an online dating app. Just one small “like.” One simple click. But that single moment reopened a door neither of us even realized was still waiting. That “like” led to a first date—one filled with nervous excitement and the strange comfort of familiarity. The second date came easily, as if picking up a conversation that had only been paused, not ended. Then a third. And somewhere between those dates, it became clear that this wasn’t coincidence—it was timing finally getting it right. What we had once been wasn’t gone; it had grown. We were different people now, shaped by time and experience, but somehow even better together. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Our lives blended seamlessly and led to our first home together in Front Royal. And then came New York City. In the middle of the energy and magic of the city, surrounded by the winter beauty of Central Park, he brought me to Bethesda Fountain in a horse drawn carriage. With a musician playing in the Bethesda Terrace and the world moving softly around us, he asked me to spend forever with him. In that moment—standing there, heart full, future wide open—it felt like every step of our journey had led us exactly where we were meant to be. From serving tables to serving each other. From lost time to perfect timing. From a country club to Central Park. This is our story—proof that love doesn’t always follow a straight line, but when it finds its way back, it’s stronger, deeper, and absolutely worth the wait.