To our friends and family: We are so excited to celebrate our wedding with you! Find all the details you need about the day here.

Our status as high school sweethearts means we met in the most romantic of all places and in the most idyllic scenarios: the senior parking lot of North Gwinnett High School for day one of marching band camp. Him carrying a mellophone and me armed with a trumpet, we became quick friends as I realized how much I enjoyed listening to his ever-abundant stories. Over the next year and a half, we became closer through band and track and officially started dating April 8, 2015 when Mitchell showed up to my house with a hand-drawn poster that read, "Kimberly, I'm so glad you ran into my life. Will you be my girlfriend?" As we navigated our first years of college on campuses a three-hour drive apart, we realized that despite the extra effort and scheduling it required, we were both willing to do what we could to make a long distance relationship work. However, our four-year LDR plan turned into a six-year one when I accepted a two-year research fellowship in Baltimore following college graduation, and Mitchell began working at a construction company based out of metro Atlanta. Between August 2016 and August 2022 when I moved back to Georgia and we began living together, the foundation of our relationship was primarily built on nightly 10 pm phone calls and monthly weekend-long meet-ups. Once we were back to living without a road-trip's distance between us, we both knew it was only a matter of time until we made our plans to get married official with an engagement. We went to design my ring together at the end of 2022, and on every outing until the day he actually proposed, November 11, 2023, I was convinced that each one could be THE one. When we started planning a November trip to Asheville, though, my suspicions grew stronger. The days leading up to our trip, I even answered my coworkers' question about my plans for the weekend with, "Well, I think I'm getting engaged!" Throughout the week leading up to our trip, Mitchell was uncharacteristically interested in what I was packing, if I was excited to go, and if my nails were done. On the drive up, he insisted I pick the music for the entire ride, and as we made our way to the trailhead the day of the engagement, he kept referencing what time it was and that we would want to hike at a specific time (for anyone who may be confused why this is important, Mitchell thrives at living as if time does not exist during weekends, and especially on vacations). When we started hiking, he acted a little distant, as if he had something on his mind distracting him, and as we grew closer to the main waterfall, he seemed almost nervous. There were a couple groups of people hanging out around the waterfall as we arrived, but he was determined to wait until we could take our picture in front of it with nobody in the background. At this point, my heart was pounding louder than the water behind us. He pointed to something off in the distance, and as I turned back around, I simultaneously knew what to expect and was not prepared in the slightest for what I would see. There he was on one knee asking me to marry him. Me being impatient, I started nodding and saying yes before he could even complete the question. If you've made it to this point in the story, thanks for sticking through the cheesiness and the long-windedness of the paragraphs above. It was admittedly more difficult than anticipated to sum up 10 years together, but it was fun to look back on how far we have come. To everyone reading this, thank you for being a part of our lives, and we can't wait to celebrate with you so soon! <3