I was done dating. Not “taking a break” done. Done. One night in Nashville, I was eating at a chicken place with a friend when a guy walked in and something clicked. Instant magnet. I remember saying, “Who is that guy?” and laughing it off. Two days later, fully prepared to delete my dating app forever, I checked the “liked me” section one last time. And there he was. The same guy from the chicken place. I messaged him first because I needed to know if I was imagining things. Turns out, I wasn’t. A few days later, Adam asked if we could hang out…and then had to work. I almost blocked him. Instead, I went cliff jumping with friends and later that night, for reasons I still can’t explain, I called him. We talked for hours. He said “what?” a lot. Apparently my Southern accent was hard to understand. The next day, I realized I passed his exit on my drive home and asked him to meet me at Sonic “for a minute.” We were both nervous. I drank my drink and left. That night, he asked me on an actual date. Afterward, he walked the wrong way because he forgot where he parked. A few days later, he asked me to Topgolf. It was the first time I ever asked someone to watch my kids so I could go on a date. I remember saying how wild it would be if I met my future husband that night. Adam had no idea I would beat him. Apparently, he liked that. Adam will tell you we met in a restaurant. Technically…the app came first. The restaurant just confirmed it. Looking back, the odds of us even meeting feel impossible. Different lives, cities, and seasons. And yet we kept finding our way to the same place. It’s clear now that God knew exactly what He was doing long before we did. We lived an hour apart, were both in recovery, and both worked in treatment. Faith has always been central to our lives and shaped how we showed up for ourselves and each other. The early months were full of real life. I lost my best friend, Josh. Adam met my family, came to my dad and Stephanie’s wedding, and met my kids. We did long distance for over a year. What I didn’t fully understand at first was how steady Adam would be. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t leave when things get hard, and shows up in the ways that matter most. During one of our off moments, Adam showed up with a giant sports wagon because he knew I’d appreciate it. He planned on leaving. Instead, we watched a basketball game, I cried, and told him I couldn’t do long distance anymore unless we were all in. Adam moved to Mount Juliet to be a full-time stepdad. Two months later, after secretly calling my dad, Adam proposed on June 22, 2024. We were camping on an island on the lake. I ignored his first attempt, thinking there was a snake. Hours later, he tried again—on one knee, pulling the ring from under a rock. No box. Just nerves, faith, and love. Of course, I said yes. The most important thing to me has always been showing my kids what healthy love looks like. Adam walked into our lives and became the model of love, stability, kindness, and protection. Loving him has been safe, honest, and grounded in faith. And now, here we are. We’re getting married, and we can’t wait to celebrate with you.