There I was — living my best kid-free, single life and looking as beautiful as ever — when this tall, dark, and handsome man in work clothes walked in to open an account. Technically, I wasn’t even the one who opened accounts… but something (or Someone!) told me to help him. As I started entering his information, guess what he wanted to talk about? Dating advice. He swore I looked like someone he used to date. Then I picked up his ID. Without even looking at his picture, I saw the birthday and thought, “How did my ID get in the stack?” I looked again, and my heart dropped — We had the same birthday. Same month, same day, same year. No wonder the vibe was so strong. Opening an account usually takes twenty minutes, but I had him in my office for a whole hour because we kept stopping to talk and laugh. When he left, all I could think was, “I should’ve gotten his number!” I told my sister, and she said, “Girl, just look it up at work.” But me, being me — trying to be professional and protect his privacy — refused. Then a week later… look at God. He called needing help with his account again. When he came back in, we finally exchanged numbers. Our first date was at BJ’s — we talked for four hours straight. And on the way home, he called and said, “We need to hang out again… maybe Netflix and chill?” I was so excited, I called my best friend Juicy. She said, “Girl, he trying to—” And I said, “No he isn’t!” Well… The rest is history. And now we’re here — ready to say “I do.”