Our story is a story of 3 hours. If only we had known, as we toiled through middle school, high school, and college, that our person was only three hours away. With Chelsey in Okemos and Matt in Strongsville, our lies were eerily similar. Between family time, soccer, and friends, our lives could have been swapped and transplanted, and the difference would be negligible. When Chelsey moved two hours north to CMU, Matt moved two hours West to BGSU, and again, we were only three hours apart. Throughout our time in college, we continued to follow similar paths. Chelsey studied to become a special education teacher, and Matt studied to become an English teacher. After graduating and spending our first years in strange lands, Chelsey in Tennessee and Matt in North Carolina, we finally met in Traverse City. As Matt entered the office to interview for a teaching position, he had no idea that his future wife would be on the interview committee. Matt claims that, had he known, he would have worn a nicer tie. That one-hour interview and two hours spent at a school bowling fundraiser together was the three-hour bridge that was needed to finally bring our stories together. Our story includes spur-of-the-moment trips to Canada, dog sledding in the Upper Peninsula, and way more than three hours spent coaching together. But most importantly, our story includes slowly closing that three-hour gap.