One prince and one princess on a quest to discover eachother's existance and one story analogous to the real story below. This served as our wedding invitation to all our guests. Daniel's Side: I've always attempted to picture my future wife, and most always it was at best in a haze. She always had long brown hair, beautiful eyes, a soft and forgiving heart and intelligence to match her beauty. As I always attempted to build her profile, I can attest to the fact that she always, inevitably looked exactly like Zina in my mind. When we met, we were both participating in a Christmas concert arranged for the local artists. There were several of us musicians that I hadn't seen before, but she stood out. At rehearsals the day before, with me being a blind as a bat without contacts, I never got close enough to see her face in the big auditorium. The lights were dimmed and only the stage was well lit. While she was running through her songs, I was at the sound booth as I usually am helping tweak the microphones and speakers, so I didn’t see her; but I did hear her voice. It immediately struck me as a very mature singers voice, with confidence and a playful singing style. The day of the event came around and I sat, as usual on the first row of seats. The first two rows had been dedicated to the musicians for ease of access to the stage, so she was sitting behind me. Because of this, I only noticed her on stage. I don’t recall many times in my life where I did a double take, but this was certainly one of them. She was completely captivating and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. What made our bond explosive at first sight was not physical, but it was the eye contact she constantly gave me during the event. Her eyes were on me several times for every song she performed, and I noticed that. It was incredibly thrilling and exciting! I didn’t know what to think, I was doubting myself and started saying "no, no, there must be somebody she knows RIGHT behind me, or something…". After several songs, a few smiles, and a second concert we struck deep eye contact when we finally introduced each other. Needless to say, a few months and several dozen Skype hours later, we were glued. Our interests matched, our goals aligned and our hearts were each other's yin and yang. We could read each other's minds, heard each other's hearts and mold to each other's needs. If I were to describe her in a sentence, it would look something like this: "I couldn’t create her as perfect in a lifetime of planning, but her perfection proves, unequivocally our Heavenly Fathers un-doubtful existence - else she couldn’t possibly exit." Zina's Side: Music knows but one language. It can bring people together for a lifetime. Music brought us two together, and as so begins our story. I came to the US in September of 2011 with my whole family. The first city I lived in was called Spanaway, and there I frequented a Moldavian church. Shortly after my arrival, I became implicated within the worship team. Little did I know that in this very church Danny was invited quite frequently to sing at special events. Around Christmas season, we began preparing songs, services more so then a normal Sunday and there came the idea to organize a Christmas concert. During rehearsals, I was the first to get on stage and do a mic check. I noticed him waiting his turn and noticed certain qualities about him. He was as they say "tall, dark and handsome", well dressed and had a gentle and loving eyes. Yet still I did not devote all my attention to him. He went on-stage, and here his voice came through as well, and I liked what I saw and what I hear. In my mind a perfect mold formed between his appearance and his voice - it was an intriguing package. That night, after the rehearsals we did not meet and we did not speak. However the next day, after the event we finally learned each other's names. As people socialized and started to head home, my family and I did the same. But long behold, as I was already outside and leaving to my car, I turn and see him running towards me quickly to get to know my name. "Hi, my name is Daniel" "Hi Daniel, I'm Zina" And so began our story, with these simple words.