Daniel and I went to the same high school, but somehow our paths never crossed. Life had other plans. Years later, Daniel messaged me on Instagram and asked me out. At the time, I was living in San Francisco and constantly flying out, so (we didn’t go on a date). Almost a year went by until one night when I was back in Houston and decided to message him: “Hey, how about that date?” We met up at Akashi for sushi, and even though it was our first time meeting in person, it felt like we were old friends picking up right where we left off. The conversation was effortless, the connection undeniable, and from that night on, the rest was history. As we got to know each other, we uncovered the most unbelievable connections. We both grew up visiting Old Humble—Daniel visiting his Granny, and me visiting my Wella. My dad went to high school with much of Daniel’s family, and in a wonderful full-circle moment, my dad had delivered mail to Daniel’s Granny for over 30 years. One of our favorite stories is learning that when Daniel was 12 and his passport was lost in the mail, it was my dad who helped find it. Long before we ever met, our lives were quietly intertwined—and when we finally found each other, it felt like exactly where we were always meant to be. 💛