
On it’s surface, our story is a string of coincidences. Of happenstances. Of unsuspected encounters along the way. Of somehow, someway, happening to be in the same place at the same time. Of brushing shoulders— so close yet so far for a number of years. But we don’t believe in coincidence or happenstance. “In your…
this is beautiful, sarah! you are so right, god has written every moment of our story and i wouldn’t have it any other way.