We celebrated one year together this March, though our story really began about three years ago. Even in those early days, before either of us realized what was unfolding, there was something about Noah that stayed with me. From the very first moment I saw him—showing up to play volleyball in a cowboy hat and boots—I had a feeling he was going to make an impact on my life. I had no idea that the cowboy in front of me would become my first boyfriend… and now my soon‑to‑be husband. It took us a little time to find our way to each other, but once we did, everything fell into place. When Noah proposed—in the middle of a rare North Carolina snowfall—it didn't feel like a surprise. It felt like a moment we had both been moving towards from the very beginning. We both knew early on that we’d found the person we wanted to spend forever with. We truly are each other’s best friend. Noah is the definition of a southern gentleman— steady, kind, country to his core, and never afraid to get his hands dirty. And me? I like to think of myself as a classy old soul who’s learning to embrace the muddy-boots and dirty hands life because of the sweet cowboy who stole my heart. God has been writing our story from the beginning, and what a special one it is. We are so excited to become husband and wife. More than anything, we can't wait to keep building the life we've dreamed of—hand in hand, side by side, for the rest of our days.