Love unfolding

It didn’t start in some big, obvious way.
No grand entrance.
No moment where everything suddenly had a name.

It started quieter than that.
In conversations.
In listening.
In getting to know each other. 

Miles between us,
and yet something felt close.
Not because it was familiar,
but because it felt safe and genuine.

Natural.

Like I didn’t have to try so hard to figure it out.

You met me right where I was—
in my faith,
in honesty,
in the everyday parts of life that actually matter.

You asked about my life,
remembered my kids’ names,
expressed interest in my work,
inquired about the things that fill my days.

You offered help without being asked.
You cared—
without needing to prove anything.

And somewhere along the way,
without pressure,
without trying to force anything—
my heart just started to lean in.

The more time we spent together,
the more I noticed.

The way you take care of what’s yours—
your home,
your health,
your family.

The way you stay connected—
to your loved ones,
to friends you have known for decades.

The way your faith isn’t just something you say,
but something you live—
in consistency,
in showing up,
in the quiet rhythms of your life.

And when we were finally in the same place,
after all that distance—

it didn’t feel uncertain.
It felt comfortable.

Simple.

Right.

Even in a week that was full and busy,
there was still space for us—
for laughter, for tears,
for connection,
for just being together.

You made being home in the place my dad passed feel less sorrowful and more hopeful, more peaceful.

Since then, it hasn’t felt rushed or forced.
It hasn’t felt fragile.

It’s felt steady.

Like something that’s being built—

Not out of need

but out of choice.

We’ve kept showing up.
Kept learning each other.
Kept choosing this.

Through distance.
Through full schedules.
Through real life.

And somehow, it just keeps growing.

This kind of love isn’t loud.
It doesn’t try to prove itself.

It listens.
It shows up.
It respects what already is,
while slowly building what could be.

And even now,
with miles between us again—

it doesn’t feel like something is missing.

There’s something here.

Two lives, separated by hundreds of miles,
continuing to learn each other.
Not rushing anything.
Just letting it grow and unfold in Gods perfect timing.

I’m really thankful I met you, Trev. I’m glad my busy season is behind us for the time being and I can’t wait to spend a fun summer with you 🤍