We're Getting Married

Our journey is nothing short of a beautiful, winding story written over the years by grace, time, and divine timing. It all began back in 2014. We were both still very young—teenagers full of dreams and unaware that destiny was quietly at work. We met during choir rehearsals, just two voices in a room filled with many, not realizing how intertwined our paths would one day become. We didn’t talk much at first, just the occasional glances and moments shared in the midst of harmonies and praise. But life, in its quiet way, planted a seed. It wasn’t until Redemption Camp, during a church program, that we really began to talk. At the time, I was walking through a deeply painful season—trying to heal, trying to find peace. And there he was: kind, attentive, gentle in words and spirit. He became a friend when I needed one the most. But as time passed and life pulled us in different directions, that connection faded, and we stopped talking. Then came March 2018—a quiet message on Facebook reignited a long-lost friendship. We started talking again, slowly peeling back the layers and rediscovering who we were. It felt natural. Easy. Safe. Gradually, I found myself looking forward to our conversations, smiling at my phone, and feeling a warmth that was unfamiliar but beautiful. Affection started to grow—quietly at first, then deeply. We eventually found ourselves in what you could call a situationship—not quite defined, but undeniably special. But life, as it sometimes does, brought challenges. The distance between us, both physical and circumstantial, became too much. In 2019, we drifted apart once again. At the time, it felt like the final goodbye. I had no idea that this story was only on pause. Years passed. Life moved on. But somewhere in my heart, there was always a soft spot, a quiet memory of him that never really left. Then came May 31st, 2024—his birthday. I had no plans other than to reach out and send a simple "Happy Birthday" message. That was it. No expectations. Just a kind gesture. But what followed was nothing short of a divine spark. That one message opened the door again. We started talking... and it felt like no time had passed. Only this time, something was different. There was clarity. Maturity. Readiness. What began as a simple birthday wish quickly turned into long conversations, laughter, memories, healing—and love. True, deep, certain love. And now—here we are. Saying I do to the same person I met as a teenager. The one who saw me when I was hurting. The one who came back into my life when I least expected it. The one who has loved me with patience, consistency, and intentionality. Today, I get to marry the man of my youth, the man of my dreams, the man I prayed for without even knowing it. This isn’t just a love story. This is our story. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Our journey is one that only grace, time, and divine timing could have written. It began way back in 2014. We were just young teenagers then—full of energy, dreams, and no idea what the future held. We met during choir rehearsals, just two voices blending into a room full of others, unaware that one day, those voices would blend for life. Back then, we didn’t speak much. A few smiles here and there, stolen glances in the middle of harmonies. But looking back, I know now—something was quietly unfolding. A seed had been planted, even though neither of us knew it. It wasn’t until a church program at Redemption Camp that we really started talking. She was going through a tough season—a time of hurt and healing—and I somehow became a listening ear, a friend. She was open, real, and even in her vulnerability, so full of grace. I was simply there to be present, but in that time, something deeper began to form. Eventually, life happened—as it often does. We stopped talking and drifted apart. Still, I never fully forgot her. Then in March 2018, a message on Facebook brought her name and smile back into my life. The conversations picked up again—slowly at first, then more often. Talking to her felt familiar, yet exciting. Safe, yet new. She had grown, and so had I. And somewhere between those chats and jokes, something real began to form. A connection we couldn’t ignore. We found ourselves in what some might call a situationship—not quite official, not entirely undefined—but it was special. It meant something. Still, the challenges of distance and life’s responsibilities became too much. In 2019, we drifted apart again, and I thought that chapter had closed for good. Years passed. Life moved on. But her memory never really left me. There was always something unfinished, a quiet space where she still lived in my heart. Then came May 31st, 2024—my birthday. I wasn’t expecting much, but there it was: a message from her. Just a simple birthday wish. Nothing more. But that one message? It changed everything. We started talking again. Only this time, everything felt aligned. There was clarity, intention, maturity. We weren’t just two people catching up—we were two hearts finally arriving at the same place, at the right time. The conversations turned into laughter, healing, truth, and love. The kind of love that is rooted, tested, and sure. And now—here we are. Getting ready to say “I do” to the woman I met as a teenager. The one who unknowingly stole a piece of my heart years ago. The one whose strength and spirit inspired me even then. The one who walked back into my life not just to stay—but to build a future with me. Today, I marry the girl of my youth, the woman of my dreams, and the love of my life. This isn’t just our love story. It’s our testimony. And I’m eternally grateful to live it with her.