Our story begins

There was a time when the life we share now was still something we could only imagine. We had hopes for the future, but we did not know how our story would unfold.

Today, we are together with our son, John. Looking at our family brings us back to the beginning, to the two friends who once dreamed of building a life together. We remember those hopes with gratitude to God.

Our story takes us back to 2012.

We were good friends, and we never seemed to run out of things to say. Conversation came easily. There was always something more to share, another thought to express, another reason to keep talking. We enjoyed each other’s company, and our friendship grew through the time we spent together.

Somewhere between all those conversations, we became inseparable. The friendship that had brought us together became the beginning of a shared future. We wanted to be part of each other’s lives in the years ahead.

We had our plans: marriage, a home, a family.

We imagined making a home together and sharing the everyday life that would fill it. We hoped to have a family of our own. These were the things we wanted to build together, and talking about them made the future feel closer. Our conversations now held hopes that belonged to both of us.

When we look at John today, we remember how we once spoke about having a family. Back then, that family belonged to our hopes for the future. Now our son is here with us. Remembering those conversations gives a special meaning to the life we share.

But our story did not unfold according to the plans we made. Our plans failed. We had imagined how our future might take shape, and life did not follow the course we expected.

The plans we made belonged to what we could imagine at the time. Looking back now, we see our story with a gratitude that reaches beyond those early expectations. We are here together with our son, remembering where it began.

Our plans failed, but God had a perfect plan for us.