When I first met Emily Cole, I’ll be honest—I didn’t think too much of it. She wasn’t what I expected, not at all. At that point in my life, everything revolved around Savannah. Baseball was taking shape in a way I’d only dreamed of, and I was consumed by it. The Game, the sport, the vision, and the road ahead were my entire world. Romance? It wasn’t on my radar. I thought I didn’t have room for it. But then—she walked into my life like a different kind of force, unannounced and unanticipated, and everything began to shift in ways I couldn’t explain.
Emily wasn’t flashy or loud. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, the kind that doesn’t need to demand attention because it already holds it naturally. Her presence had a grounding effect. I found myself wanting to listen, wanting to understand her perspective. She didn’t just nod at my dreams—she challenged me, questioned me, made me think beyond the next inning or the next big idea. That was new for me. She wasn’t just a supporter, she was a partner, though I didn’t realize it immediately.
What struck me most about Emily was her patience. In those early days, I wasn’t the easiest person to be around—always running, planning, building, sometimes with blinders on. But she saw through that. She recognized the person behind the hustle and reminded me that life wasn’t just about chasing crowds or rewriting the rules of the game—it was also about connection, presence, and love.
Looking back now, it’s almost impossible to imagine that I once thought romance wasn’t part of the plan. Emily became not only part of my story, but the anchor of it. She walked in quietly, but she changed everything.
