David and I met as infants—introduced by our parents, who had already been friends for many years. At the time, the Deiters lived less than a mile away, and although they moved not long after David was born, they didn't go far; to this day, our parents only live about a mile and half from each other. So, as you can imagine, our paths continued to cross as we grew up. Notable run-ins include the weekend David came to our lake house with a mutual friend and I played a harmless prank on him (…it’s not my fault he agreed to eat those dog treats…) and the dates we went on our senior year of high school. With our focus squarely set on college, the timing wasn’t quite right, but David certainly left an impression. It’s not every day an 18-year-old boy walks confidently up to his date’s front door, jokes with her dad about missing curfew, and then whisks her away for burritos in a vintage Mercedes, lovingly named Bocephus. Five years later, David's dad and my mom (who is a CPA), realized during their annual tax appointment that we had both ended up back in Atlanta after college. The details get a little fuzzy here, but, according to David, he called his dad that afternoon and, to his surprise, my mom picked up and (strongly) encouraged him to take me on a date. Her version is much more casual, but one way or another, David got my number and did take me on a date—and a classic Atlanta date at that. We went to a Braves game, where we spent seven of the nine innings sipping beers in the parking lot, getting to know each other, and laughing a lot. Four years later, not much has changed. Our years together have been full of adventures—from adopting a (wild, but adorable) dog, to moving to Alabama and traveling abroad on the cheap. In December, we'll start our next big adventure, and we could not be more excited. We hope you can make it and look forward to celebrating with you!