Once upon a time, in 2011 when Coronavirus didn't exist, I met John in my most glamorous outfit to date: a baggy hoodie, sweatpants that were 2 sizes too big, and Adidas slides. I just thought I was meeting the mystical "John" person who went to Xaverian Brothers High School who I had been hearing about since the fall. I don't even think we said much to each other that day, to be honest, so how we hit it off that day/night is lost in history, because after that day, we talked and hung out in (sort of) secret for 3 weeks. That was March 4th, 2011, and it has been an adventure ever since. After initially being told by my mom that I wasn't allowed to date an 18 year old MAN, we became ~official~ on March 25th, 2011 over text message, while I was in the car on the way to Maine and he was at home. He was my first boyfriend, and the second guy I had ever kissed, so who was I to know that nearly 10 years later we'd be planning a wedding and I'd be spewing our story on Zola. Since that day we've shared so much together: first time saying "I love you" to someone, traveling together, countless trips to Maine, snowmobiling, going to weddings together, among other things. John graduated high school, I graduated high school, and we went through 4 years of long distance with John in college in Vermont and him studying abroad in Montreal. And then there was me in college, changing majors not once, not twice, but three times in order to figure out who I wanted to be in the world. Now we've bought our first home together, and are planning a wedding during a pandemic. And now, nearly 10 years later, I wouldn't trade it in for anything in the world. He's the Crap Bag to my Princess Consuela, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with John. My nickname has been sme since before John was in the picture, and while I love it, I can't wait to be smm. - sme (and John, but honestly I don't even know if he knows we have a wedding website, let alone that I'm posting this)