Our story is my favorite one to tell. Some stories are written in the stars ours began with a four-hour drive. We met when I was 20 and Lance was 23. From the very beginning, something just clicked. After only a few conversations, he drove four and a half hours after work just to meet me in person. That weekend changed everything. We talked for hours, laughed until our cheeks hurt, and it already felt like home. When he dropped me off at work that Sunday, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and by the following Friday, I was packing my things and moving four hours away from everything I’d ever known, because my heart already knew where it belonged. Three short months later, the very first time Lance met my dad, he asked if he could marry me. Looking back now, that moment says everything about who he is genuine, sure, and full of love. That was six years ago. Since then, we’ve built a beautiful life together — filled with laughter, growth, two amazing children, and three dogs who complete our little family. We knew then, and we know now: this love is forever. Lance, you are my favorite person my peace, my home, and my greatest adventure. I can’t wait to stand beside you and officially become your wife. It is the greatest honor to take your last name and continue writing our story together.