S: I met Kavanah at Nazarene kids camp in Trinidad when we were maybe 9 years old. I don’t remember too much about kids camp, but I do remember the first time I noticed Kavanah. She came to our church for a district event. That was the first time I had ever seen anyone play a violin, and she played hers well. K: The first time we met was as 8-year-olds on the first day of children's camp. I was sitting with my best friend, scoping out the scene of the young eligible bachelors we'd be surrounded by that week, when a friendly little Stephan approached us and confidently introduced himself. S: The way I remember it we didn’t really become friends for quite a bit after we met. Kavanah was homeschooled, and also didn’t attend the same church as I did, so I didn’t see her very often. At that time, at that age, you really only talked to your friends when you saw them. That was until Facebook became a thing. And what a good thing it was then. We poked each other endlessly and had the wildest conversations about the craziest things. We made up words and codes using emojis. We talked into the early hours of the morning, me hiding from my parents to do so. And all of those beautiful things translated well when we eventually logged off and started hanging out in person. K: Five years later, in the era of Facebook, hiding online conversations from parents, and Nazarene youth group events, we began to develop a friendship that was unlike any I'd ever had. We wouldn't get to talk or see each other often, but when we did, we had the most interesting, wonderful conversations ever, about the randomest of things. We would laugh and laugh and laugh together one moment, and the next, be fully engrossed in a very serious conversation about astrophysics. Every time we spoke, I grew even more in awe of the treasures our friendship held. S: When I did the maths it seemed to me that pursuing anything beyond a friendship with Kavanah was not a good idea. Not because I wasn’t allowed to date. Not because I had dated her best friend. It was not a good idea because it would mean we wouldn’t be friends anymore. There was the chance that we would become something more and that would be beautiful, and also the chance that we could become something less and that would be tragic. It was not worth the risk. Until it was. Somewhere between falling asleep on the phone with her, and suddenly becoming so conscious of myself when we spent time together, I saw her, and she was beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, the list of baby names we made for every letter of the alphabet might actually come in handy. I remember one day I stood in her living room talking to her parents, looking at the pictures on the wall. Her and her brothers each had their own frames, and I said, “How could I get my picture on the wall?” I know her dad said something, I didn’t hear it. The voice in my head saying why did you say that was just a little too loud. But it’s true. I want to be on that wall, in the same frame as her. K: Around ages 14-15, we became counselors at the same camp where we met, and that's when we began to realize we had more between us. We'd stay up into the late watches of the night, talking about any and everything. My parents, who'd never let me hang out with male friends before, would allow him to come over to my house regularly. I couldn't believe it but I knew it was because God's favor was on our relationship. Although we experienced our love for each other growing, we never said anything about it because we were so content with our friendship. One evening, I clearly heard the Lord say to me, "This is good. Keep this." I happily received these words, thinking God meant He simply wanted me to continue in friendship with Stephan. Within the next year, through a lot of prayer, I understood that He was inviting us into the same thing He invited Adam and Eve into in the garden: “Keep this, till this land.” I knew that one day I would marry Stephan Massiah.