Before we knew each other’s names, God was already writing our story. Michael was raised in the beauty of Guatemala, while I was growing up in the United States. Though miles and cultures stood between us, Heaven watched over each step we took. After eighteen years, Michael returned to the U.S. Soon after, we were invited to co-lead a youth service. What seemed like a service to God became sacred ground in our relationship. Today, surrounded by those we hold dear, we celebrate a love not born of chance but carefully woven by the hands of the Creator. As written in Mark 10:9: "Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate." This is our vow, our beginning, our forever—A story only heaven could have composed. Now, with hearts united in Christ, we joyfully await you to witness our love become a covenant.