Our meeting was a little different than the classic fairytale models. There was no royal ball or pumpkin carriages. There was simply a guy giving a dating app a chance, and a girl with a solid wing-woman who essentially matched me (unknowingly) with my husband-to-be. Thanks, Chlo! Both of us just trying to "get out there" started chatting and the conversations grew longer and more interesting. I didn't imagine a relationship with someone two hours away would go very far so I looked forward to a night of fun when Blake asked me on a date. But before we even got to the date, we had already shared hours of phone calls, story swapping, and playlist sending (which is the modern mix tape). In adolescent terms, we had a crush on each other pretty quickly. The fast-forwarded version is that the awkward “How many siblings do you have" and “What do you do for a living" quickly moved into conversations more like “Can I tell you my testimony" and “What do you want to be remembered for?". We continued to beat our own personal records - a one-hour phone call, a two-hour phone call, well, you get it. It was easy. It was special. It was so much sweeter than a fairytale. Here we are, counting down the days to our wedding. Our heads are spinning, but we are oh so happy to share the same last name. And almost equally, we are oh so happy to celebrate with you. See you on July 5th.