It was a cold January night in Pittsburgh when Corey and Hannah were being kicked out of the same late night rave...Hannah, the classic damsel in distress ran up to the tall, friendly looking stranger in his favorite Hakuna Matata tie dyed sweatshirt, asking him if she could use his cell phone as hers was dead and she needed to find her friends. She picked an absolute gentleman, as Corey lent her his phone and waited in the cold until Hannah was safe and sound in her ride home. It took three years for them to see each other again, when they ended up at yet another concert. This time they knew they might see eachother, but I don't think they could possibly know that it would change the entire course of their lives. A love like this is mapped out perfectly in the stars, and they are so thankful for God's perfect timing in it all.