On an evening in October of 2021, our story began, sparked by the modern magic of a none other than a..... dating app (Bumble for the win!). Admittedly, I was skeptical. But then there was Jarrod—a firefighter, earning some extra points because my maternal grandfather was one too. It's kind of silly, but en route to our first date, I said a silent prayer asking my late grandfather for a sign if Jarrod was "the one."

Pulling up to the restaurant, a fire engine sat in front of me. Initially, I shrugged it off, deeming it insufficient for my silly cosmic request, and made my way inside. Yet, the evening unfolded seamlessly, prompting us to stretch our date into a post-dinner walk.

Exiting the restaurant, we stumbled upon an unexpected scene in the parking lot—a group of 60+ fire engines brought together for a "fire prevention fair" that formed while we were eating dinner (see photo above). In that moment, my skepticism transformed into a sense of wonder, and I couldn't help but see it as a sign.

Our second date started in Jarrod's apartment. In typical Jarrod fashion, his piano was covered with fresh roses (IYKYK). Here's where it gets surreal—months before meeting him, I replayed a specific love song thinking, "I want to meet someone who makes me feel like this song does." Unbeknownst to Jarrod, he struck the keys of that very song, the only song of the evening.

The story doesn't end there; several more uncanny coincidences followed. If you're curious, feel free to ask!

On the significant date of October 5th, 2023, our anniversary, Jarrod popped the question in Gettysburg—a poetic nod to the early days of our relationship in that very spot.

D&J

Wedding Day