Before I ever knew her name, I felt her coming.

Not as a thunderclap or some dramatic epiphany but as a quiet certainty. The kind that whispers through the leaves in late summer. It was like Cary itself had been holding its breath, waiting for her to arrive.

And then she was there.

It was an ordinary day on paper. A Wednesday. We didn’t lock eyes across a crowded room or speak in movie-script lines. We met in a small group at Peace PCA. A quiet gathering, a shared conversation, a mutual curiosity about faith, purpose, and what God was unfolding in our lives.

What I didn’t realize then was that Brittani and I had been living just ten minutes apart for years. We’d crossed paths without knowing it. Life had been slowly, gently pulling us into orbit.

It’s funny how choices ripple. How small decisions lead to big moments. In 2024, I took a new step in my spiritual journey, and unknowingly, she was walking a similar path. We talked about visions, dreams, and what it means to live with intention. With each conversation, we peeled back layers and found something rare—understanding without explanation. A kind of remembering.

From there, the story wrote itself. Slow walks, long talks, laughter that echoed like an old song, the kind of love that doesn’t need to prove itself. It just is. We fit in ways that don't always make sense on paper. She’s the spark. I’m the stillness. She speaks her dreams into the air. I keep mine close. But together, we found a rhythm. Not perfection, but resonance.

And somehow, in a world that spins a little too fast, we found peace in each other.

So on August 28, we’re not just celebrating a wedding. We’re marking a chapter in a much bigger story. A story rooted in faith, timing, and the invisible threads that connect people long before they ever meet.

We hope you’ll join us, not just to witness our joy, but to be a part of it. Because love, real love, doesn’t stand alone. It’s built by the people who walk beside it, pray over it, and believe in it.

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