In January of 2018, our paths lined up with one another and we met at Union High School. Hunter and I quickly became friends and partners in class activities. As each month went by we continued to learn more about each other, but neither of us thought that this day would come & be for US. As we entered our senior year of HS, this is where the flirting was upon us. Hunter and I depended on each other for support to get our projects done so we could graduate. We spent lots of school time together working hard, while also using that time to fall in love. Our first date consisted of; driving to the library to work on our projects some more, following it up with Messengers Pizza, and ending watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. A week later, February 20,2020 we made US official & shared our first kiss. A kiss we felt like we waited forever to have. So far during our 4 year journey we have learned most to be lovers & parents. With every year we grow to be what one another needs. We continue to learn about ourselves and strive to create a relationship we know will last forever. Our 2 beautiful girls add so much life and happiness to our lives. We are grateful we get to raise them & have their lives line up with ours. With every relationship comes thick & thin and we fight hard, each and every day for US and our family. We are so extremely happy to close this chapter in our lives to open the next one. Marriage for us will be a beautiful journey!

“Now touch the air softly, step gently, one, two... I’ll love you ’till roses are robin’s-egg blue; I’ll love you till gravel is eaten for bread, And lemons are orange, and lavender’s red. Now touch the air softly, swing gently the broom. I’ll love you till windows are all of a room; And the table is laid, And the table is bare, And the ceiling reposes on bottomless air. I’ll love you ‘till heaven rips the stars from his coat, And the moon rows away in a glass-bottomed boat; And Orion steps down like a river below, And earth is ablaze, and the oceans aglow. So touch the air softly, and swing the broom high. We will dust the grey mountains, and sweep the blue sky: And I’ll love you as long as the furrow the plough, As however is ever, and ever is now.” -William Jay Smith