After an extended period of time without anyone to call our own, we didn't expect our first date to turn into a 7-hour long conversation, without moving from our little corner table under the gazebo at the Cedarburg Roastery coffee shop. We weren't playing games either - the conversations we had on our first date were the types of questions asked after a few months of dating. With little regard to our hunger or the sun setting behind us, we stayed together for as long as we could, and planned a second date then and there. We never went more than a few days without seeing each other. Whether it be meeting up for a quick dinner after work or spending a night at one another's apartment, we couldn't wait until we saw each other next. Daily "good morning" and "good night, I love you" texts were an unspoken mandate. Our calendars quickly filled with plans and dates, and to this day, we struggle to find a free weekend. Our waking days are filled with love for our friends, our families, and each other. As busy as we are, we wouldn't have it any other way. It didn't take long for either of us to realize our life-long commitment to each other. We spoke of the possibility of marriage within six months, and moved into our first apartment together within seven. And within a year of our relationship, there was no doubt in our minds that we were ready. Mitch proposed on a trip up north, in a secluded corner of Bond Falls in the Upper Peninsula - a place now incredibly special to both of us. And as we dive into the beautiful chaos of wedding planning, we realize how lucky we are to have found each other. After only (yes, only!) a seven hour first date, we realized our dreams about getting married and starting a family are almost carbon copies of each other. We often reflect on, and are awestruck by, how perfectly our thoughts, ambitions, and morals align. Almost as if it was "destiny" (wink, wink).