“Te Adoro.” — I adore You

We were told that love would find us when we least expected it. 
That it would arrive quietly, settle into our souls, and feel as though it had always been there. But no one tells you that sometimes love begins with courage. 
With a message sent between two cities.
With two lives willing to be interrupted. When we found each other, I was in Arlington and he was in Richardson — separate paths, separate rhythms. What began as conversation slowly became something steady. Not rushed. Not forced. Just intentional. Our first date was simple. Main Event. Laughter between arcade lights and bowling lanes. Nothing extravagant — yet something about it felt aligned, as if God had gently placed us in the same moment and whispered, pay attention. Then came our first Valentine’s Day. A card. 
Ink pressed softly into paper. 
Two words that would become sacred to us. Te adoro. From that day forward, those words were no longer just words. They became rhythm. They followed us through seasons of growth — through school, through long nights and early mornings, through milestones earned and prayers whispered quietly in faith. We did not simply fall in love. 
We grew together. We learned how to stand whole on our own — and then how to stand beside one another, not out of need, but out of choice. And somewhere in the becoming, Te adoro became more than “I love you.” It became a prayer.
 A longing.
 A promise. It meant: I cherish you.
 I honor you.
 I thank God for you.
 I choose you. Not just in grand moments. But in ordinary Tuesdays.
 In the quiet.
 In the becoming. Love did find us. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But faithfully. And after all the distance, the growth, the alignment, the grace — we still return to the same sacred words. Te adoro. Today.
 Tomorrow.
 Siempre.