It’s funny how life works sometimes. We met in July 2023, through a christian dating app, but our connection felt like it had always been meant to be. We were both at Concordia University around the same time, yet our paths never crossed. He played on the basketball team, and I attended some of his games—though, little did I know, I was cheering for the man I would one day fall in love with. After a few weeks of chatting, we decided to meet for our first date. From the moment we sat down, there was a sense of comfort and ease. He was such a great listener, making me feel heard in ways I hadn’t felt before. It was as if the world around us had faded away, leaving only us in this perfect little bubble. But it was after a summer Jazz festival that we shared our first hug, and something shifted. It wasn’t just the music or the warmth of the evening; it was the deep sense of home we both felt in that moment. We knew—this was something special. Both of us had come to a place where we had almost given up on love. We had accepted that it may not be in the cards for us. We were both praying in secret, longing for something deeper, something that could bring us the love, marriage, and family we had dreamed of. It was a quiet faith, a belief that God had heard our prayers and would answer them in His perfect timing. Looking back, the way we met—so unexpectedly, yet with such clear purpose—was no coincidence. The signs were undeniable. God had orchestrated it all. He had brought us together for His glory, and through His love and faithfulness, we began to see that this relationship wasn’t just about us. It was part of His bigger plan—a legacy of love, of faith, and of a future together.