First comes prison… then marriage. We’d seen each other in passing for months—quick hellos here and there. Then one random day, fate (and the schedule) had us stuck working together. Kyle barely spoke, and I was more interested in petting the FIDO program pups. After a few shifts like that, Kyle finally called and asked me out for a drink. I said yes, and we picked a spot to meet. At the bar, conversation was easy—until I pointed at the TV and said, “Oh look, there’s Timon!” He had no idea what I was talking about. That’s when I realized Kyle was definitely not a Disney fan. Before I could even finish my drink, I got a call from my son about an emergency and had to rush out, leaving Kyle at the bar. I honestly thought that might’ve been the end of it. But the next day, he surprised me with a call—checking on me, making sure everything was okay… and asking for a redo. And somewhere between that second chance and all the days that followed, he became my calm in the chaos, the steady in every storm—the kind of love you read about, but never think you’ll actually find. Turns out, I didn’t need a prince who knew Disney… just one who showed up like one