That was our window. After spending months on dating apps, I decided to leave online dating. At this time, Megan decided to give it one last shot. Within that window of three days after she joined and before I left, we ran into each other's profiles. A shared faith, similar background, and perfectly matching personal convictions drew us to each other (I mean, who WOULDN'T be immediately interested in a girl who typed out her Baldur's Gate 3 gameplay hours?). Our interest bloomed over Christmas as we got to know each other's story and grew in appreciation for each other's journey. That interest turned to attraction, and then hope. Maybe this time, we thought, we had finally found someone who cared for the same things as we did. But after years of each of us struggling with what it meant to find a partner, we tried not to hold too much hope. To love means to care, and to care means to be vulnerable to hurt. The first meeting came on New Year's Eve. Megan invited me to stop by on my long drive back down from holidays in Sacramento to my home in San Diego. Spending an extra hour meeting someone during an eight-hour drive would be an ordeal... but somehow, that burden didn't seem so heavy. In a small boba shop overcrowded with college students as people ordered thirty drinks at a time, Megan and I met - - and we were so engrossed in conversation that it took us forty minutes to realize that our drinks hadn't come out yet. I think that was when I couldn't help but hope. Maybe it was how warmly we greeted each other, surprised at the genuine heart and words of someone who truly wanted to care for other people. Or maybe it was our "few" shared interests of writing, music, games, arts, tabletops, aesthetics, furnishings, spending habits, clothing, technology, literature, film, philosophy... ahem. Or maybe it was because we both realized that the other person truly loved doing the right thing as God had done for us - that our wayward stories were an affirmation of God's grace and mercy. Well, honestly, we also just simply had so much fun talking to each other that the hour felt like five minutes. A month later, we started officially dating. Another month past that, we traveled together! And when I understood that the Megan that met me in that boba shop with warmth, care, and humility is the same "everyday Megan" that loves to sleep in, finds excuses to get sweet drinks, and cooks for her family even when she doesn't feel well... I knew that spending the rest of my life with her would be a blessing and honor. So - whether life has been about driving to the post office together, discussing the heartfelt message of Frozen 2 over Korean hotdogs, or checking out churches... every moment has been precious and irreplaceable. Megan, I don't know how God took three days and turned it into a lifetime of growth beside you... but I'm really glad he did. It is yet another mark of his grace in our lives - and I pray that we will share that love with everyone we touch. - Justin