We met as a speaker (Mark) seeking to hire a writer/editor (Renée), knowing little of one another. The first in-person meeting led to a string of written messages sparking verbose, meaningful conversation – all work-centered, of course 😉 – which led to phone calls which led to more time in-person which led to the discovery that joy only grew. To our interactions we brought eyes clear with God’s vision for the general direction of our lives, ears open to hear His whispers of specifics. We found uncanny similarities in our upbringings, from the nonnegotiables of morality and missional living down to the negotiables of preferences and pastimes. I mean, to find someone else whose all-time favorite store is Bass Pro Shops, who maintains a steady auditory diet of classical piano music, whose go-to cake is red velvet, and who grew up loving The Andy Griffith show? 😲 I have never met someone with such reciprocal humor that we can make pun-laden jokes and gut-laugh at our mutual nerdiness on the daily (hourly). I have never met someone who will text me to look at the moon in all its phases. I have never met someone who displays such a unique and impactful combination of eloquence, intellect, tenacity, adventure, and Christlike compassion. I have never met someone who champions my calling in quite the way he does. I have never met someone who is so similar to me, yet so different in the ways I need it most. The apostle Paul wrote that joy is made complete when people are of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose (Philippians 2:2). I have never met someone with whom I am more united in these ways. It only made sense when he asked me to marry him that I laughed – out of full joy – before yelling yes.