People often ask, “Why are you crying so much in your wedding photo? What made that moment so emotional?” The answer is simple: faith. Have you ever felt deep inside that something big was coming, even when you couldn’t see it? That’s how I felt in the spring of 2017. I had been single for over 10 years, and though I deeply wanted to be married one day, it seemed far away. Deep down, I trusted that God could bless me with more than I ever imagined. I held on to that hope, even when it was hard.
That same spring, I first heard about Kyle. A friend mentioned him briefly at a wedding. She spoke so highly of him his kindness, how great he was with her kids. Her son even thought Kyle was a superhero. But at that time, Kyle was in a relationship, so I didn’t think much about it. In April, I saw him in person with his girlfriend.
Some days after that, I saw something in a dream. It was just his face. So clear. I woke up and couldn’t shake it. I was confused and honestly a little frustrated why was I thinking about someone I didn’t even know? Then, on July 1, 2017, I went to a friend’s house to celebrate the Fourth of July. We were out on the lake when we saw people waiting on the dock.
As we got closer, I realized one of our college friends was there with someone new. It was Kyle. My heart jumped. I recognized him right away, and I instantly felt guarded. This was the guy from my dream. It felt so strange. Kyle greeted me, his smile kind and his eyes full of warmth. I said hello but didn’t stick around to talk. Later that weekend, we ended up sitting across from each other at dinner. He made small talk and shared that he was now single.
I was still hesitant, but little by little, I began to open my heart. Kyle kept showing up talking to me, being kind, making it easy to open up. I could feel peace every time I was with him. Kyle, on the other hand, had just ended a relationship in May and had no plans to date anyone. But his friend told him on the way to the lake, “You’re going to meet your wife today.”
And then he met me. He said later that he had a dream that same weekend he was standing by the water, waiting for me at our wedding. We spent the rest of the summer getting to know each other. He never rushed, kept his cool, and explained things clearly.
He made me feel safe. On August 21, during the solar eclipse, I finally let all my walls down. I knew I loved him. On December 8, 2017, Kyle proposed. I said yes through tears. On May 5, 2018, exactly one year after I had written a prayer in my journal for my future husband, we got married. That day, while holding hands and praying together, I knew this was the moment God had prepared me for all along.
