“Trust in Jehovah with all your heart… and he will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5, 6 Some love stories begin with a glance. Ours began with a prayer—and a simple text message. We first met in 2012 at the Centerton Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses. For years, we were simply two familiar faces, exchanging kind “hellos” in passing. There was no grand moment or instant spark—just quiet consistency. But Jehovah was already writing a love story that would one day blossom in His perfect timing. In 2023, our lives began to align. We were in the same service group for years. We worked in the ministry together and our friendship grew. We spoke occasionally, shared time in Jehovah's service, and carried on as spiritual brother and sister. Then came the turning point. I became ill with Covid and reached out to a few friends in the congregation to let them know I’d be absent for a while—and among them, Jules responded with heartfelt concern. What I didn’t know then was that just days before, Jules had been praying earnestly to Jehovah—not for romance, but for peace. For clarity. For healing. “Jehovah is near to all those calling on him…” — Psalm 145:18. And then, the message came. From CiCi. That one simple text opened the door to something extraordinary. Our friendship deepened quickly. The conversations were honest, warm, and healing. We realized that our lives mirrored each other in so many ways—both of us had adult daughters, both had endured over 20 years in difficult marriages, and both had walked through seasons of emotional pain while clinging tightly to our faith. “Jehovah is healing the brokenhearted; he is binding up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3 Jules had been raising his daughters alone since 2014. In 2023, with both legal and spiritual clarity, he was finally free to move forward. And so was I. We weren’t searching for love—but we found something deeper. Peace. Purpose. And, a love built on something real. We met while healing. We connected through faith. And little by little, Jehovah opened our eyes to the beautiful possibility before us. Our first date was October 4th, 2024. It was soft, sweet, and unforgettable. Then, on June 7th, 2025, on the shore of Cape May, with the sea breeze brushing against us and the sun setting behind our future, Jules got down on one knee and asked me to be his bride. He asked… and my heart said yes before my lips could. This is not just a love story. It’s a testimony of Jehovah’s perfect timing. A story of answered prayers, healing hearts, and two souls finally finding peace—in each other. “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.” — 1 Corinthians 13:7, 8 This is just the beginning. The rest of our story is waiting to unfold, hand in hand, with Jehovah guiding every step.

When you walked into my life, my prayers were answered. Your friendship became a blessing which restored my hope. Hope, as a helmet of salvation; a hope that protects the mind- not only the desire for a favorable outcome but the basis for believing that it will happen; A hope built upon the promises of a God that just cannot lie. Falling in love with you has been like plunging into a roaring mountain river, guided by irresistible currents. It is like being blinded by the brightest star and utterly captivated by its world-bending gravity. Being loved by you is the sun smiling upon an arid and desolate landscape, which sprouts into exuberant greenery and life. My woman, my bride, my queen- tethered by a 3-fold cord not easily torn asunder.