Josh and Elsy met in 2014—the kind of meeting that doesn’t arrive with fireworks, but with a quiet click, like the universe fastening two loose ends together and pretending it was an accident.

A glance, a laugh, a moment that lingered longer than it should… and somehow, even then, felt like a first line written in a book that hadn’t been opened yet.

Then 2015 happened, and life did what it loves to do: pulled the pages apart. They lost touch—not out of lack, but out of timing. Two people moving through the world on parallel roads, close enough to feel the same weather, far enough to miss the same turn. Still, some stories don’t end. They simply pause… and wait for the right chapter title.

In 2017, fate returned with a mischievous grin and a gentle shove. The reunion wasn’t loud. It was sure. Like finding a familiar song you didn’t know you’d been humming. And from that moment on, they chose each other—again and again—through the bright days that felt like open skies, and the hard ones that asked for patience, humility, and the kind of love that shows up even when it’s tired.

They traveled—across cities, across oceans, across versions of themselves. Collected stamps and stories. Shared meals in places they couldn’t pronounce at first, laughed at wrong turns that became right memories, and learned that home isn’t always an address—it’s a person who makes the chaos feel manageable and the quiet feel sacred.

They built things together too: joint ventures, brave ideas, late-night plans scribbled on hope and caffeine. Not everything was perfect—because real love isn’t porcelain, it’s pottery: shaped by pressure, strengthened by heat, made beautiful by the hands that don’t let go.

And then came their greatest collaboration: a baby—tiny, magical, and completely uninterested in sleep schedules. A new heartbeat in the house. A living reminder that love isn’t only something you feel; it’s something you make.

Now, after all the miles, all the lessons, all the choosing, they’re getting married.

Not because the story is flawless—because it’s true. Because it’s theirs. Because some love doesn’t just survive time… it grows teeth, grows wings, grows roots.

So here they are, ready to celebrate the next chapter with the people who’ve loved them through the plot twists, the laughter, the learning, and the beautiful mess.

Please RSVP below—come raise a glass, witness the magic, and help them turn this page in the most unforgettable way.

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