Some love stories begin with fireworks.
Ours began with a flame - quiet, holy, and steady.

We met at a candlelight service at church. The room was soft with worship and somewhere in the middle of that sacred stillness, God wrote the first line of our story. We didn’t know it then, but what felt like a simple moment of faith would become the foundation of a lifetime.

From that night on, our conversations grew deeper than small talk. We spoke about calling, about purpose, about the kind of love that doesn’t rush but roots itself in prayer. Friendship came first. Trust followed.

We learned that love isn’t just found in grand gestures, but in the everyday grace:
late-night talks, shared prayers, honest disagreements, gentle forgiveness, and choosing each other even when life felt heavy.

Through seasons of joy and seasons of stretching, we discovered that the best part of our story isn’t how it started - it’s Who started it. We believe God didn’t just cross our paths; He aligned our hearts. And every step since has been less about chance and more about calling.

Today, we stand here not just in love, but in gratitude - for a God who writes better stories than we ever could, and for a future we get to walk into hand in hand.

And this is only the beginning…