Our love story actually started when we were just kids. We met at church when we were about 14. We formed a friendship (although I had no idea he was really crushing on me the whole time 🥰) and kept in touch through the years. Even through me getting married and having a child young, when the time came again for him to make his move, he did just that. From day one he's loved my daughter like his own, and that alone makes me fall deeper in love with him everyday.

My favorite memory of us is the night I vividly remember falling in love with him, REAL BAD! Haha. We were in his bedroom (we still lived apart), and were eating buffalo wings and listening to music. One of my favorite songs came on, "You" by Jesse Powell. I started singing, then he got up and asked me to dance. I thought he was joking, but he grabbed my hand, pulled me up and we slow bopped in his room like the fave auntie and uncle at a wedding. I've been crazy about him ever since.

That money would be the start of a beautiful life. We've dreamed of buying a home one day, and giving our babies a big backyard to truly enjoy their childhood in. It wouldn't just be some money for; it'd be an amazing new start.