Some love stories begin with fireworks. Ours began with something quieter — a feeling of home. From the very first conversation, there was an ease between us. Time slowed down. The world felt smaller in the best way. What started as curiosity quickly became certainty: we had found something worth holding onto. Through every season — the exciting, the uncertain, the ordinary Tuesdays — we have chosen each other. Again and again. We have grown not only in love, but in friendship, patience, and purpose. He is my steady place. She is my answered prayer. And now, hand in hand, we step into forever — grateful for the story behind us and even more excited for the one still being written.