Jordan and I have a very special story. It began when we were both in the fourth grade at Itawamba Attendance Center. I had just moved to Fulton, where my dad had taken a coaching job at the high school. Jordan’s classroom was across the hall from mine, but our classes often went to recess together. We quickly became “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” after Jordan asked one of my friends to see if I would say yes. I was so shy that I mostly communicated with him through giggles and by sending my friends as messengers — as most fourth graders do. My family only spent a few months in Fulton before we moved to Grenada for another coaching job for my dad. After that move, Jordan and I lost touch and went on to live our own lives. Fast forward to February 2024: my mom ran into Jordan at a bank in Fulton. She took a selfie with him and sent it to me, asking if I knew who she was with (of course I did). I asked her about their conversation, and she encouraged me to reach out. I hadn’t talked to Jordan in years and knew nothing about his life at that point, but I decided to be brave and send him a message on Snapchat. And the rest is history.