Nikki and Christopher’s story starts in the late '80s at church youth group. As Christopher likes to tell it, Nikki had a crush on him when she was 14 – which, for the record, was completely true. (You’ve seen his Rico Suave pictures from back in the day, right? Hot. And he had the personality to match.) While they ran in different crowds, they knew each other well enough. Christopher still has the cards Nikki gave him, including a somewhat-mortifying version for his 17th birthday with way too many hearts and stickers and ‘non-flirty’ flirty attempts. And Christopher held Nikki’s hair as she puked over the railing with the flu on their 1990 Australian choir tour. Sexy. Fast forward to Christmas 1996, where a mutual friend invited Christopher over to where she and Nikki were hanging out. This resulted in (brace your TMI self) a random, chemistry-filled, holy-wow makeout session that essentially kept going until after the '97 Super Bowl when Nikki booted Christopher back to Idaho.

Life happened and here they are. 20 years later. Where a rekindled friendship turned into an unexpected relationship and that turned into this whole getting married situation. Nikki and Christopher often say that this is what it's supposed to be like. A love that tore down walls and proved that you can be your true self without fearing the outcome. That you can be real with each other. And laugh together. And cry together. And hold each other without saying a word and know that you're home. That's their story. It's not a perfect one, but it's the one they’re blessed with. And they can't wait to add chapters to their already-storied book – with years full of adventures, understanding, fighting for each other, freakin' amazing chemistry on all levels (whoa), and love. Tons and tons of love. This is what it’s supposed to be like. And they don’t take a second for granted.