We met in high school—Tilden High School, to be exact. We ran in the same circles, but only ever said "hi" and "bye" to each other—never more than two words. Mr. Robinson had a free class where seniors used to hang out, play cards, and do what teenagers do. Then one day, our mutual friend, Phylicia, told me, "I know someone who wants to go to prom with you." I asked, "Who?" She replied, "I'll tell you later." It was a Thursday, and I was excited to find out who it was. But the very next day, Phylicia didn't come to school! I didn't have her phone number, BBM, MySpace, AIM, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram—or any way to contact her. So, I had no choice but to wait until Monday. When I finally ran into her, I couldn't wait to find out who wanted to go to prom with me. The word that left her mouth that day has stayed with me for the past 20 years: "Gifter." Shocked, confused, and intrigued, I got her phone number, and we started talking until the wee hours of the morning. She's been on my mind—and in my life—ever since. Eleven years of marriage and three beautiful children later, we're ready to tie the knot all over again! Our love has truly stood the test of time. Statistics show that there's only a 2% to 10% chance of finding your future spouse in high school, and we're grateful to be among the lucky few. What started with a simple prom invitation turned into a lifetime of love, laughter, family, and unforgettable memories. We can't wait to celebrate this next chapter with all of you.