We first met in the 8th grade—just kids navigating the chaos of middle school, awkward smiles and backpacks too heavy for our small shoulders. We weren’t inseparable back then, not yet. Life had different plans for us first. High school came and went. We grew up, made friends, chased dreams, and slowly drifted into our own worlds. After graduation, life took us in different directions—careers, cities, relationships. Time passed, a faint echo of something unfinished. Then came the 20-year high school reunion. Walking into that room felt like stepping into a time capsule. Small talk swirling around us was filled with "Remember when…?" But when we saw each other across the room, the rest of the noise faded. Our smiles hadn’t changed. Our hearts skipped in a way we hadn’t felt in years. Love at first sight, they say—except maybe this was love at second glance, with a lifetime of meaning behind it. We talked after that night like no time had passed. The spark was immediate, electric, and undeniable. One talk turned into dinner, one dinner into every weekend, every day and before we knew it, we were rewriting our story—this time, together. Then came the most beautiful surprise of all: our baby. A tiny miracle that made our hearts bigger, our laughs louder, and our love even deeper. Holding our child, we realized how far we’d come, and how everything—every moment apart, every twist of fate—had led us back to each other. Now, as we prepare to say “I do,” it feels less like a beginning and more like a beautiful continuation. We started as kids with backpacks in 8th grade, and now we stand hand-in-hand, ready to spend forever together—with the love of our lives beside us, and the little one who made our family whole in our arms. Our story isn’t just about how we met—it's about how we found our way back. And this time, we’re never letting go.