I, Sarah, have to say that our love story has ruined watching romantic comedies for me. It was my second weekend in Idaho Falls, and I attended a young adults class at a new church. I remember seeing Grant standing in the corner of the room, wearing a red henley long-sleeve shirt, workwear pants, and looking very cowboy-esq with his curled handlebar mustache, which seemed very fitting to a girl who had just moved out West. It wasn't too long after that, that our circles started overlapping more, as they so often do in small towns – a coworker liked Grant, I met Grant's mom at a church group, where she seemed very keen on us meeting (we already had), and a pastor's wife and family friends tried to set us up. If you were to ask Grant how long he had been pursuing me before we started dating, he would tell you, two years. For a year and a half, Grant attempted to interact with and befriend me at church while I was actively avoiding him. He can even go into great detail describing a lunch after church where I refused to talk to him or when he helped me move and I sat silently in his car, which is very uncommon for a curious extravert like myself. Grant started attending the young adults Bible Study I was going to, and a friend invited me to a game night at his house. Our friendship mostly developed from being enemies with each other during board game nights through Bible Study or at each other’s houses. While we were friends, we watched the Aston dog sledding race – I got frostnip – planned events together, and took many long walks, including puddle jumping in a flood. I endeavored for six months during our friendship to sabotage any romantic notion Grant could develop while denying that I was developing romantic feelings myself. I decided to extend my time in Idaho Falls and move at the start of the school year because I valued my friendship with Grant and I did not want it to end. One night while discussing how to convince two mutual friends to date, Grant decided to ask, “Do you want to go on a date? Like officially?” Everyone probably thought we already were, but we were not. If Grant had asked me two hours early, I would have said no. But because God’s timing is perfect, I had just finished a conversation with a friend that evening that changed my mind. I responded, “Yes, officially.” In the days that followed and before our first official date, God confirmed to each of us individually that this was the person we were going to marry – the falling in love part had already happened, we just didn’t know it at the time.