This is the story of an extra-introvert and an over-extrovert. For four years they went to the same high school and had the same friends. She barely knew he existed - he was a quiet guy who kept to himself, a real Luke Danes type. He, however, was well aware of her existence, which made him keep as much distance as possible from her. This is probably the reason for the belated beginning to their love story: she was really dramatic... still is. Following high school graduation, they went their separate ways. She vowed to never come back and became a "woo girl" at Coastal Carolina University (I can’t hyperlink on this, so some of you are just going to have to miss that reference). He began work at Mason Racing while continuing to professionally race motocross. After exhausting her partying ways, the prodigal daughter found her way back to the Upper Valley. Being at home, she ended up hosting the annual Friendsgiving, which just so happened to be attended by you-know-who. Maybe it was the bubbly, but her pterodactyl-like scream didn’t offend him as it once had. Maybe it was the mood-lighting, but she finally noticed what a cute guy he was (plus he told her he raced motocross professionally - a fact I didn’t hear the end of for years to come). No one thought they would last, they were just too different. But they found a way to make it work and met somewhere in the middle, or slightly left of the middle (she has a tendency of getting things her way). Now, after years of trying to meet in the middle, they are ready to take the big jump and say “I do” in front of their loved ones on September 7th, 2019. More importantly, this means that his brother and I can finally get the family T-shirts we talked about when these nut-jobs first got together. Signing off, Sydney Sister-of-the-Bride