We met at a 21st birthday party — around a campfire, of course. He was playing guitar and singing, and somewhere between the music and the laughter, something clicked. We got to know each other a little, life happened, hearts were slightly bruised, and then — plot twist — we matched again on Tinder. This time, we decided to do it properly. Our first real date was thoughtful and intentional (very on brand for him). And from there, we built something steady and real. It took him six months to officially ask me to be his girlfriend, because he had made a promise: he would only ask if he knew he would one day ask me to be his wife. A year and a month later, he kept that promise. On 26 April 2025, in beautiful Clarens in the Free State, he asked me to marry him — completely unexpectedly — and it was the easiest yes of our lives. Today, we are best friends first. We are a team. We are strong personalities who somehow fit perfectly together. We push each other, support each other, play guitar together, laugh a lot, and choose each other — every single day. And now we cannot wait to stand in front of everyone we love and choose each other again.