We met through mutual friends—nothing wild, nothing planned, just life doing what it does best: quietly putting the right people in the same room at the right time. When I first met Fletcher, I didn’t think much of it. He was just someone new. But sometimes, the biggest love stories begin without fireworks—just a flicker that turns into something beautiful over time. As Fletcher started coming around more, we became friends. Real friends. The kind where you don’t have to put up walls. Where you can say anything and not feel judged. I felt safe with him, comfortable. And in that space of friendship and trust, I realized I loved him. He never tried to change me—he just stood beside me, believed in me, and supported my dreams. Especially the dream of building a homestead life. That means more than he’ll ever know. He proposed to me on January 7th, 2021 by the windmills. A quiet, powerful moment that felt exactly like us—natural, grounded, and unforgettable.

Our journey hasn’t always been easy. We’ve had our share of rough patches, doubts, and moments when we weren’t sure we’d make it. But through every trial, we chose each other again and again. We fought for what we have, and every fight made us stronger, more in tune, more us. Together, we’ve built something real—something messy, beautiful, and uniquely ours. If I had to describe our relationship in three words? Adventurous. Fun. Unbreakable. But even those don’t quite capture the full story.

What makes our love story so special to me is that Fletcher came into my life at a time I didn’t think love like this was possible. After my dad passed, a part of me felt broken in a way I didn’t know how to fix. Fletcher didn’t replace that loss—no one could—but he found the pieces I’d left behind and helped me carry them. He saved me in ways he doesn’t even realize. This isn’t just a love story—it’s our love story. Strong-willed. Honest. Built with dirt under our nails, laughter in our lungs, and a whole lot of heart.