We didn't fall in love so much as build it slowly, beautifully, almost without noticing until it was the sweetest thing we've ever known.
We are two people who chose to follow our dreams, and dreams are heavy things to carry alone.
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Mrs. Dreamer pours herself into education. She believes, with her whole being, that equity in education is not a luxury but a right, and her nonprofit work demands all of her heart every day. Mr. Dreamer pours himself into stories. He has always believed that every entrepreneur carries a story worth telling, and his work is to tell theirs for nonprofits and mission-driven people doing the hard, beautiful work of changing things. We are both working on purpose, with purpose. Which means our hearts are almost always poured out by the time we find each other at the end of the day.
So we built rituals for the pouring back in.
We explore. Between the both of us, our curiosity and desire to experience new things is endless. Whether it’s music, art, food, or any topic that captures our attention, we immerse ourselves, willing to be the student and the teacher, whatever the moment calls for. We don’t meet strangers, instead we take joy in learning more about other image bearers. Our conversations are filled with pensive thoughts or eruptions of laughter.
We escape. Not far, the work won't let us go far, but together, which is the only direction that matters. Small Florida towns like Stuart on a slow weekend. Daycations stitched into the corners of the calendar. And sometimes, when we can, we go further.
We edify one another. Keeping God at the center, we refine each other and continually point one another to Christ. We lead with grace, choose patience, and pursue the kind of love God calls us to live out daily.
For our engagement, we slipped away to New York for twenty-four hours. A day trip to the Big Apple. He got down on one knee at MOMA, surrounded by art that had outlasted everything, and asked her to outlast everything with him. She said yes.
That is the shape of us: two people pouring out, building each other back up, escaping just long enough to remember why we keep going.
We are each other's glue. This marriage is the part where we make it permanent.
Cheers to being each other's glue.
Cheers to finding the exact match.
Cheers to Mr. and Mrs. Dreamer.