It was 2014. If I'm doing the math right, Leah was around 9 or 10 years old. She finally decided to go to church for the first time since moving to LA with her family. But even then, she figured what all Christian girls have at some point: Surely, there are no attractive men here. Then, at that very moment, in walked a man, silhouetted in the doorway, dressed in white. He was the most attractive man Leah had ever seen. Period. As it turns out, Phillip had moved back to LA only three days before, and this was his first time attending this particular church in the last four years. Instantly, Leah fell in like, and Phillip forgot the instance entirely. Years later, when Leah was of age (and Phillip was continuing to age), Leah gathered the courage to say hi again. Phillip asked her on a date only days later, and they immediately began spending unhealthy amounts of time together. That hasn't changed, and now we're celebrating the union that will make it normal and healthy.