Dear family and friends, you are such an important part of our lives. On this special day, we would love for you to join us as we make our vows before God. We are so grateful for the precious memories we’ve shared with you along the way. We look forward to seeing you again and celebrating together at this meaningful gathering. 我们亲爱的家人朋友们，你们是我们生命中非常重要的存在。在这个重要的时刻，我们想要请你们一起来见证我们在神面前的誓言。感谢你们在我们生命中出现并留下的那些珍重的回忆。希望再次见到你们，一次特别的聚会

Our story began at the International Chinese Christian Fellowship at NYU. Beyond our shared faith community, we discovered we were neighbors, which turned our daily commutes into a shared ritual. For a long time, the rhythm of the train rides was the soundtrack to my growing feelings—feelings that, at the time, seemed to go unrequited. Eventually, I chose to let go, trusting that whatever was meant to be would find its way. Everything changed a year later on a road trip down Highway 1. Winding along the California coast from San Francisco to Los Angeles, the distance between us finally began to close. We returned from that trip with a new, undeniable spark between us. I began to pursue her with everything I had—inviting her to dinners, ‘accidentally’ winning lottery tickets to The Phantom of the Opera, and looking for every reason to be near her. But when she finally asked me out for boba tea, the conversation wasn't what I expected. She was clear: she couldn't bridge the gap in our relationship as long as I remained distant from my faith. To respect her heart, I stepped back. Yet, in that space, I found myself looking backward to my time at a Christian high school with the Kings in New Hampshire and forward to what I wanted my life to stand for. I realized that while I wasn't intentionally seeking Him, God had never stopped seeking me. I chose to get baptized—not to win Jane’s heart, but because I had finally recognized the Grace that had been carrying me all along. In finding my way back to my faith, I found my way back to her. The rest, as they say, is history.

On December 23, 2025, our second day of hiking in Zion National Park, thick white clouds softened the brilliant sunlight. The layers of the surrounding mountains were vividly distinct: deep green vegetation at the base gave way to reddish-brown rock, which faded into a pale sand-color at the peaks, dotted with trees clinging to the crevices. We were trekking toward Observation Point—a path less traveled, flanked by sheer cliffs without railings or cell service. Far from the city’s clamor, with only the rustling of the wind through the brush, we couldn't help but marvel at the divine craftsmanship of nature. After three miles of steady hiking, we finally reached the summit. As the valley stretched endlessly before us, she hurried to grab her camera, not wanting to miss a single second. I pretended I wanted a photo of our backs facing the view, but in reality, I was signaling Mr. Pang to bring out the veil. When she turned around, looking a bit confused, I dropped to one knee. I pulled out the little blue box I’d been hiding all day, my mind racing to remember the vows I’d written. In that moment, my heart and my tongue couldn't quite align. I told her how much I loved the way her hardcore style itineraries made life so full, and that if she’d have me, I wanted to walk the rest of my life by her side. "Will you marry me?" She paused for a moment, then softly said, “Yes.”