We met the modern way — on Bumble. Our first date was driving around and getting to know each other. He thought she was conservative. She thought he was moving away (because that’s what he said). At the end of the night… we shook hands. Yes, actually shook hands. We both walked away thinking it would probably just be a fling. It wasn’t. About two or three months in, something quietly shifted. This wasn’t “just anyone.” From the very beginning we talked about everything — the good, the bad, the deep parts most people are afraid to share. After just a few dates we felt safe. Truly seen. Truly heard. Love didn’t arrive in fireworks — it showed up in ordinary moments: buying a lawn mower and mowing the lawn, random texts that still make us smile, cheering each other on, and learning how to live side by side — navigating quirks, boundaries, habits, and all the little things that come with building a life together. We’ve learned that love isn’t always what you expect. It doesn’t follow a script. It comes when you least expect it — raw, unique, authentic, and unconditional. Within the first year, we both knew this was forever. The proposal felt emotional — like finally finding something that had been missing. Like finding home. Our families were overjoyed (and maybe a little surprised). We were too. Right after saying yes it felt surreal — “Did that really just happen?” — and being named Grand Marshals in the Disney parade made it feel even more like a dream. But the best part isn’t the storybook moments. It’s this: Home is each other. Wherever one is, the other is never far. As long as we’re together, we’re home. We’re excited to build a life full of adventures, laughter, and standing side by side through it all. Our friends describe us as adorable and kind — they say we’re safe for each other. If we had to describe our love in one word? Safe. Our love is quite the story — raw, unique, authentic — and it’s only just beginning.