Celebration of marriage

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… Okay, maybe not as dramatic or action-packed as one of my favorite movies—but definitely a story that only God could create. If someone had told me years ago that the girl I met after school—the one with the beautiful smile and curious heart—would one day be my wife, I’m not sure I would have believed them. But God knew. I still remember the first time I saw you walking toward me, called over by a friend. I don’t know what changed in that moment, but something did. You were radiant, even then. We became friends quickly—effortlessly. We laughed, we talked about life and faith, and I watched as you began to seek God. Giving you that Bible felt like something sacred, like planting a seed I prayed would one day bloom. I fell for you quietly. The kind of love that grows between conversations and shared silence. I wasn’t the type to go to school dances, but for you, I made a prom video. You said yes. We danced. We celebrated. And then life pulled us apart. For years, I wondered if our story had ended there. But God. He was still writing. When you replied to my story from Copenhagen, I didn’t know it would change everything. I just knew it felt like something waking up again. That dinner on October 3rd—I was nervous. Excited. Hopeful. Then you walked up, and the world stilled. I saw you, really saw you, and it felt like no time had passed at all. We sat. We talked. We laughed. I hardly remember the meal, but I’ll never forget the moment we stepped outside and saw that verse on the wall: “For I know the plans I have for you.” It felt like God was speaking directly to us, reminding me that this—you—was always part of His plan. Since that night, you’ve brought light into every corner of my life. From breakfasts to concerts, coffee dates to deep conversations, I fell in love with you all over again—only deeper, truer, and with the full knowledge that this love was no accident. It was divine timing. You are my answered prayer, my home, my forever. I still look at you and think, how did I get so blessed? I know it’s not luck. It’s grace. It’s God’s hand, weaving our lives back together with tenderness and intention. I love you with everything I have. And I can’t wait to celebrate our love—hand in hand, heart in heart, always trusting the One who brought us here.

It all began years ago, when neither of us knew that the spark of something special had already ignited. Well David, of course, always knew. His sisters would tease him about it, saying that one day, I would be his wife. But for me, it started in the quiet moments of youth, unaware of what was to come. I still remember him—shy, yet brave—standing before me with a nervous smile, asking me to prom. I had never seen such a gesture before, one so vulnerable, so pure in its sincerity. A simple request, yet it carried the weight of something much deeper. In that moment, I was taken aback. No one had ever expressed their feelings for me so openly, so creatively. It was unforgettable. And though time passed and life moved on, that moment never truly left my heart. Years drifted by, and what began as an innocent connection remained—tucked away in the recesses of our lives, patiently waiting. The boy who once handed me a Bible in high school, whose kindness had left an imprint on me, was now coming back into my world. And this time, I was a woman of faith, ready to see the world through new eyes, with a heart more open than ever before. When we reconnected, it was almost as if time had bent for us. There, in the midst of our reunion, we stumbled upon a verse: “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” I knew, then, that this was more than just a rekindling of a friendship. It was divine. This was God's hand at work—bringing us together, the way He always intended. From that moment on, our love began to blossom, nurtured by faith and bound by destiny. God had written our story long before we even knew it, and now, as we stand side by side, I realized it had always been you. What God has brought together, no man can separate. Our love had stood the test of time, and today, it is a testament to the beauty of faith, patience, and the journey we’ve taken together. So here we are, celebrating the love that was always meant to be. Thank you, my love, for choosing to walk beside me, for wanting to be part of this beautiful journey. It has always been you, and it will always be you.