Our Love Story

We met in the most unexpected but perfect of places—our church choir. It wasn’t fireworks or grand gestures that started our story, but harmonies and hymns, and a testimony shared from the pulpit.

I remember standing there, sharing what was on my heart, not realizing that somewhere in the crowd, someone was quietly falling in love. That someone was me. The moment she spoke, something stirred in me. It wasn’t just her words—it was the strength behind them. And then I heard her sing… and honestly, I thought heaven had accidentally left one of its angels behind.

From that day, we started talking. What began with music and ministry turned into late-night chats, spontaneous adventures, and shared dreams. There was something effortless about us—something that just made sense.

what most people don’t realise is that Dan is secretly a one-man band. Keyboard, drums, guitar—you name it, he plays it, and she still insists that she didn’t fall for me because of that. But I am sure she did.

But in truth, our love story was never about grand performances. It was the quiet moments—the shared laughter, the mutual respect, the way faith brought us together and kept us grounded—that made us realise this was something special