We met 9+ years ago during Labor Day weekend in Brooklyn. That being a celebration in itself, we chose to spend the weekend talking on the phone for hours instead of partying. Quickly finding out we were completely opposite, we decided to take things very, very slow. We dated, got to know each other's dislikes, habits, likes, wants, and needs. It was the true definition of falling in love by way of trust. We even kept our relationship from the families. For a long time it was "who's the guy in the car"? and "You have a girl"? Both sticking to the plan and trusting the process, we kept moving in silence while building a beautiful friendship & love. A little over a full year, we decided to introduce our family and kids. We also felt this was the first step in starting a committed relationship. Things went well and both of the families meshed. We spent holidays together, vacationed, and prepared our children for what the future would resemble as a combined family. We supported their dreams while accomplishing our own. As time passed things quickly went from I to we, mine to ours which told us we might be on our way to falling in love. As years passed, investing in our dreams is something we didn't hold back on. Matrimony was discussed much like living together, earning degrees, getting promotions, and preparing all three kids for college and beyond. During COVID, we continued learning each other but this time it was under the same roof. Needless to say, we gained new friends from both sides, had many celebrations, and found ourselves throwing in the white towel on even the idea of being single again. I love you flowed from our tongues faithfully putting God before us, and thanking him for what we prayed for. A true life partner!