Thank you for celebrating Chris and my wedding day on June 1st, 2024. We are so excited to share this occasion. We wanted to include all our friends, families, and co-workers to spread the Strong Love and Joy! lol!!!


A little history about us. I have known Chris Strong since I was 10 years old. He has been the best friend of my brother, John Scott, for approximately 34 years. We grew up in metropolitan Atlanta, or the suberb of Atlanta, in Marietta/Kennesaw/Acworth, Georgia, area. The area was predominately white, although black people were just starting to move more into the area at that time. It made no difference to us. We were a multi-racial, multi-cultured community, and we love diversity. Both of our extended families may not be able to relate to this utopia, but we are open-minded and understand the perspectives of all individuals who may not share our love for diversity.


As my brother moved on to the Navy, he left behind Chris and I. Life started to take a toll, and I relied on Chris to give me brotherly advice. His wisdom got me through several trials and tribulations throughout my several different career paths, love quests, and personal trauma. To pay his selfless, kind deeds back, I tried to be there for Chris when he came upon tough times.


Fast forward, several years later, I discovered something about Chris that only close relatives knew about him that made him exceptional. Not only could he sing extraordinarily well, but his thought patterns were proven to be different than most of those around him. Reminding me of the tortoise in the story of "The Tortoise & The Hare," Chris is extremely clever. Although clever, he needed assistance from his loving mother to push him forward. So, when his mother passed away on his birthday, December 16, 2022, he was devastated and wanted to give up on life. He couldn't see a pathway forward because she had been his rock. Because, at this time, we were still, "just friends" and he was still my brother's best friend; I felt a certain obligation to make sure he did not falter, like times in the past. Chris was a victim of circumstance, I believed he was in the best place he had ever been in his life, just short of his mother passing away. I did not want to see him lose everything he had gained in the last years of her life. Beside her, I stood as she lay on her death bed, and I made her a promise..."I got Chris." She squeezed my hand and looked me in my eye and said, "I know you do." At the time, I was only talking about his well being, I never imagined it would turn romantic.


Since I was there to pick up the pieces of Chris's devastated mind, he was very appreciative. We worked out a plan to keep him mentally strong. As he became stronger, he told me he was falling in love with me. Before we knew it, we were going out on our first date and having romantic adventures, such as the time we climbed a waterfall together. We parted from that first date with a memorable first kiss. He always caught me when I fell, whether I trip due to a leg cramp or the time I fell up the courthouse steps. Chris told me there was no turning back. Though he isn't Catholic, he would do anything to show how much he loved me, going even as far as practicing abstinence for my sake. Singing in front of all the onlookers at the mall, he proposed so beautifully. Chris told me, "With you, I know I will always land on my feet." Traveling with me to Arkansas, he asked my father for my hand in marriage. My father, being a retired Ltc. Colonel in the military made my father unapproachable and extremely scary to most men. Chris was not intimidated. My father told Chris that I was a free, independent woman who could make my own decisions. My father said, "Whoever my daughter wishes to be with, I will support her wholeheartedly." After overcoming some relationship challenges, I decided to accept Chris's proposal once and for all, just before his birthday and anniversary of his mother's death.