We met twice on Hinge. That's an interesting story, but we'll skip to the really good stuff. On March 30, we had our third date – a local music festival in East Nashville (it was awkward), then walked circles around the neighborhood, arguing over whether the yellow flowers in yards we passed would grow into dandelions. They would, it turns out (I, Ashton, was wrong). We finished the day with dinner on the porch of Taco Mamacita (Eric still had two months of dating to tell me he doesn't like Mexican food). A storm blew in from nowhere, and Eric, soaked but a gentleman, said he was, " a bit damp" and didn't complain. I would leave for New York in two days. On April 1st I texted Eric and tried to end it. On a night before this, feeling anxious and overwhelmed about the dating process, I knelt on the floor, tears soaking the carpet, and told God I was tired, and I didn't know how to do this. One phrase stuck in my head after that conversation: "Let him show you the man that he is." Eric did. On April 2, I confided in Eric and told him why I was anxious. He took my fears and my instinct to run away and told me it was okay to be scared, but he wanted to give it a shot- "I want to be supportive of you, that hand to guide to you, and also that voice to make sure you know you are beautiful, unique, and never alone." He picked me up from the airport, flowers in hand. Since then, we met families, travelled to California, had our first fight, collected inside jokes, and learned how to communicate, be a team, and love each other. We love doing life things together. Thank you for being a part of our story. We know our relationship is a gift from our Maker, and we want to honor him with our life. Oh, and we both love Harry Potter.