Wherever you are is called Here, you must treat it as a powerful stranger. Curiosity as a constant. Stubborn Gladness. Long distance hiking. Yoga. Gardening. Tinker-er. Homestead dreamer. DIY’er. Photographer. Mother. I buy whole cows and freeze them. Thrifty AF. Travel and creative outlets are essential and social media is disruptive. I don’t like stagnation and tend to move my couch every few months. I don’t like clutter on my counters and spring is my favorite season. I appreciate a well adorned home but could also sleep on a camping pad for weeks. Presence is more rewarding than productivity. Intentional parenting. Do-er. Quality time and physical touch is my love language. Movement. Dance. Yoga. Pottery. Kayaking. I will bond over trying new things with friends and sitting around a campfire. Radically open and honest. I’ll carry a backpack for hundreds of miles and prefer to bike around town. I care about what people think and feel, sometimes to a personal fault. I value empathy, emotional safety, kindness, honest and regulated communication, complete goofiness and a foundation in friendship. I don’t pay attention to celebrities or pop culture. A bit of workaholic, because I value contributing during hard times and will show up to provide for the ones I Iove. Mom guilt is strong, so I include my daughter in my hobbies . Permaculture Student. NVC and Gottman. Libertarian. I deeply admire and appreciate the Creator. I’m far from perfect, but I am recharged and aligned with my values.

I want to laugh deeply, build slowly, dance often, and dream aloud.

I want a love that’s steady, soulful, and unafraid of depth.

A partnership built on mutual care, presence, and a shared rhythm

not performance.

I want to be met, not managed. Held, not hurried.

I want a partner who’s rooted in purpose, open to growth, and willing to co-create something beautiful out of the everyday.

Let’s build a life that reflects our values.

Not perfect, but intentional.

Not flashy, but real.

Love that feels like home, the sweetest adventure, and growth.

I was asked once, what’s is romance to me? I find it to be so much more than grand gestures. it’s the quiet, consistent choosing of someone. It’s far from material and external. It’s the deep understanding of who we are, or at the very least, the desire to know. It lives in the subtle moments: the way we listen without needing to fix, the way we make time even when life is full, the way we learn each other’s rhythms, our love languages, our attachment patterns, our emotional landscapes.

True romance is a tenderness that says, “I see you. I’m learning you. I want to meet you where you are.” It’s in the patience to build something lasting, the curiosity to keep discovering each other, and the emotional safety to grow both individually and together. It means encouraging each other’s goals, following through, showing up through the messy parts, leaving the ego behind and choosing presence over performance.

Roses, candles, and dinners are lovely, but the kind of romance that really lasts? The one that’s for me? It’s made of intentionality, softness, deep knowing, and the sacred act of witnessing someone as they are, and loving them through all their becoming. It’s saying yes over and over and saying no to fear.