We met on a warm night in Adams Morgan, at a lively club called Timarhi—now, it’s our first daughter’s middle name. From the moment Jamal walked toward me, I felt a spark, like I already knew him, even though I was terrified. He was so cute, and as he stood beside me, it was like the world slowed down. My cousin, who was with me that night, gave me a little nudge and bumped me right into him—sparking a conversation that would change everything. Ironically, a coworker had tried to set us up back in 2014 at a Halloween party he couldn’t attend. But in 2018, fate brought us back together—and from that night on, I just knew we were meant to be.