It was Valentine’s Day—a day for roses, chocolate, and for single people to panic-scroll dating apps. But fate (and probably a group text) led us both to a bonfire that night. Sparks flew, not just from the fire but between us. We laughed, we talked, we possibly roasted some marshmallows questionably close to the flames—and by the end of the night, there was only one logical next step for two souls destined for love: Waffle House. Yes, under the sacred fluorescent lights of America’s finest 24-hour breakfast establishment, we did something truly romantic—we shared a waffle. Not just a waffle, our first waffle. You could say things got pretty serious. The very next day, we went on our first official date. Apparently, sharing carbohydrates is a stronger bond than most realize. And from that day on, we stuck together like syrup on waffles. Fast forward through 10 years of laughter, late-night snacks, a few minor debates (like whether the dogs should sleep in the bed), and endless adventures—we got engaged. Not just anywhere, but in the magical place of Harry Potter World—because if you’re going to spend forever with someone, it might as well start with butterbeer and a wand. Now we share a life filled with love, laughter, and two very important fur-children: Marlie (the dignified one) and Tank (the one who probably eats socks). We’re not perfect. But we’re perfect for each other. And it all started with one waffle, two hearts, and a bonfire that literally and figuratively lit the match.