We're getting married!

We had so many mutual family friends and we mean a lot!!! How did we never run into each other at a party, church, or somebody’s wedding? No clue. Somehow, we just kept missing each other. That is, until fate (and Instagram’s algorithm) stepped in. One night at 3 a.m.—because of course, all great love stories start in the middle of the night—Jeffrey was aimlessly scrolling when my profile popped up as a random suggestion. On a whim (and maybe a little sleep-deprived), he hit “Add.” Our messages went from casual hellos to deep convos filled with “Wait… you love that too?!” and “SAME!” We couldn’t stop texting, constantly discovering the weirdest little things we had in common. Eventually, we decided it was time to meet up. And for our very first date, we picked the most chaotic spot possible: Times Square. That’s right, the place where you can’t hear yourself think over car horns, and at least three people try to sell you a tour bus ticket. Romantic, right? We wandered through Central Park, coffee shops and just laughed for hours. It didn’t feel like a first date—it felt like catching up with someone I already knew. By the end of that day, we knew this was something real. And now here we are—getting ready to say “I do.” That one random follow? Best decision ever.