We're getting married!

The short version of our story is that we met at work—but it really started passing each other in a hallway. Jack introduced himself, I said hello back, and doors just started opening (literally; I was new to the office and would consistently get locked out. Jack passing by to let me in was always my lucky break.) Lunch ensued. Then another. Then a Saturday spent hiking in Malibu. Our first date wasn't until a few weeks later, but I think we both agree that the eight hour (!) non-date—driving and listening to Kendrick Lamar, splitting a bag of trail mix at Sandstone Peak, chatting about our upcoming moves, then walking by the beach—sealed the deal.

What Iman doesn't know, or at least didn't at the time of us meeting, was that I would cruise by our office doors pretty frequently in hopes of bumping into her when she would arrive. Simply put: I was smitten with her from the very moment we met. Little innocent interactions like these are what I yearned for. I had no clue what the future had in store for either of us; opening a door for her just meant a chance to talk, and when you don't know how many opportunities like that you'll have, you take them as they come.