Our story began in a way I never expected, but looking back from where I am now, I can see the Lord's clear provision and path for who Mitchell would become to me. Mitchell followed me on Instagram while I was a senior at Texas A&M, and at the time, he was playing college football in Missouri. Normally, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but for some reason I decided to follow him back. I went on with my senior year, still not thinking much of it, and eventually moved back to Dallas after graduation.

I started my adult life at a nonprofit in Dallas and got home from being on a bus with kids all day when I looked down at my phone and saw that I had received an instagram direct message from Mitch. I was shocked at his boldness but appreciated the fact that he got straight to the point with his intentions for reaching out. So, I gave him my number and we texted non-stop for a week. We talked about everything from our families, careers, biggest dreams, and before long we discovered our shared love for Jesus.

After a week of texting we went on our first date. At this point, I didn't even know what Mitchell sounded like, how tall he was, or if we was actually as great in person as he was over text. We went to a Cidercade where we played a lot of guitar hero and finally got to talk in person. Afterward, we went to Sonic, where I somehow managed to spill an entire red slushie in his car. I'm not kidding or slightly exaggerating when I say I spilled an ENTIRE dark red slush all over Mitchell's cloth car seats. I panicked, texting my mom to tell her the guy I was with needed to come home with me so I could clean his car in our garage. I even begged her not to come outside and meet him, worried it would come off as creepy. It was in that garage that I have never scrubbed anything harder in my life. I was pretty convinced that Mitchell probably wouldn't want to take me out again or continue talking after the spill incident. It wasn't funny then but it's something we cry laughing about now.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that Mitchell wasn’t just someone I could laugh with, but someone I deeply admired. He reminds me so much of my dad—a steady shoulder to lean on, kind, my biggest cheerleader, always giving people the benefit of the doubt, and pushing me to be the best version of myself. I truly don’t know how I ever did life without Mitchell Miller and I just love him so much.

On Sunday January 12th, 2025 Mitchell got down on one knee and asked me to marry him and I simply couldn't think of a greater honor than to be his wife.

And that’s the heart of it! It is so obvious that God was orchestrating our journey, even through past heartbreaks and fears of the future, to bring us together. Every twist, turn, and challenge we faced was a part of His perfect plan, preparing us for the love we now share. We trust that He’s been with us every step of the way, and we can’t wait to see where He leads us next. Above all, we hope that our wedding day honors the Lord, the giver of all good things, as we celebrate the incredible gift of love He’s so kindly given us.