Our story started when we were just kids, more specifically, neighbors at ages 7 and 10. Even after I moved away, we somehow stayed in touch and kept visiting over the years, which in hindsight feels like a pretty good setup. Fast forward to college: I was at WVU and he was at UMD. Somewhere between growing up and figuring out college life, our longtime friendship turned into dating. Turns out my brothers best friend was actually a solid choice. He survived physical therapy school right alongside me (emotionally, at least), putting up with the long hours, stress, and probably more anatomy talk than anyone should reasonably hear. When it came time for my clinical rotations, he even traveled with me so we could turn those months into little adventures. One of those adventures took us to Richmond, where he proposed on a rock with an anatomical heart carved into it, which felt very on-brand for a physical therapist and someone who has heard more about the human body than he probably ever expected. From childhood neighbors to getting married… not a bad outcome for the kids next door.