It is a truth universally acknowledged that when two people find one another, it is commonly the most unexpected circumstances that bring them together. The particulars of their acquaintance depend, it seems, upon whom you ask. Certain friends delight in claiming credit for the introduction, insisting it was the result of their most thoughtful social maneuvering. Yet the truest account begins in the year 2019, within the dining room at Wallkill Bethel. At that time, Chapin was engaged in the noble occupation of Food Service, while Zoe had recently commenced her regular commuting journeys to Bethel. It was after an especially early morning for Chapin when a well-meaning friend presented Zoe to him, remarking with no small degree of enthusiasm, “Isn’t she so pretty?” As a weary twenty-one-year-old who had been awake since half past three laboring in the kitchen, Chapin was perhaps not inclined toward romantic reflection—though he did, despite himself, agree with the sentiment. In the years that followed, their paths crossed only occasionally. Each held the other in quiet esteem, aware of the other’s fine reputation through mutual friends in the New York area. Yet time, ever patient, waited until a certain summer’s day when a mutual friend organized a float trip down the Delaware River. Zoe, most comfortably situated upon her river tube, appeared perfectly content to drift wherever the current might carry her. Chapin, meanwhile, having secured for himself a paddle board—a conveyance that afforded both mobility and, perhaps, a degree of heroism—soon found himself paddling her way. There, conversation began between Chapin and Zoe—pleasant at first, then steady, then constant—and it seems they have not ceased conversing since. Throughout that summer, Chapin invited Zoe on a number of hikes, entirely bewildered as to why she continued to accept. But at last, upon a bright afternoon on the roof of the B-Residence at Wallkill, as they spoke together during lunch, something gentle and undeniable began to stir. A new chapter in the story commenced, courtship. Their hearts, long patient, had finally found their other half, their truest friend, and most constant companion. And though it is said that it takes two to tango, when one has little taste for dancing and the other delights in it, a touch of encouragement—well-timed and tenderly offered—can make all the difference. The story continues as the couple eagerly awaits the day they will wed. What will the future hold for the pair? They will continue as they each had in their single eras, letting Jehovah be the author of the book of their lives.