Our story began in the most magical place on earth: Waffle House at midnight. Over waffles and deep conversation, Gabe got a front-row seat to Sadie’s heart — her joy, her passion for people, and the way she sees God’s hand in everything. In his words, he sat there thinking, “man, I love this girl.”

Not long after, we were at Soda City when Gabe saw a man in need and he jumped right away to buy him a meal — not for attention, not for praise, but because that’s simply who he is. He even asked the man’s specific preferences. Gabe is the kind of person who keeps an extra $20 in his wallet “just in case” someone else needs it more. Sadie remembers thinking: This is the kind of man I’d be proud for our kids to grow up like.

Our “I love you” came on another unforgettable night — one where we found ourselves serving someone in need, no discussion required. Sadie grabbed him food; Gabe fixed a car, prayed over him, and shared the love of Jesus. That was the night when we saw our love wasn’t just between us — it overflowed from the One who brought us together.

Somewhere along the way, through every dance in the kitchen and every moment he showed up without hesitation, Sadie found a man who cares for her, protects her, and loves her with the most Christ-like tenderness she’s ever known. And Gabe is so thankful for every moment he gets to spend with the most loving, caring, and thoughtful women there is.

We can’t wait to keep dancing through every season God writes for us — hand in hand, serving together, loving deeply, and grateful for the story He’s telling with our lives.