2011 feels like a lifetime ago-and yet the memory remains as vivid as ever. We were just two sixteen-year-olds: a boy with a green Jansport backpack, and a girl who, without hesitation, fell in love with him. Some might say that at that age, you don't really understand what love is. But she did. She felt it in the quiet moments, in the way her heart recognized his before she even knew how to put it into words. She was in love-pure, certain, and unafraid. Like many young hearts, ours was imperfect. We were still growing, still learning who we were, and our story paused almost as quickly as it began. We went our separate ways, carrying pieces of each other into the years that followed. But love-real love- has a way of lingering. Through years of messages, missed chances, heartbreaks, and the kind of soul-searching that shapes who you become, we somehow always found our way back to one another. Time passed, lives changed, but something steady remained beneath it all. Because the truth is...it was never over. And now, after all the years, all the distance, and all the growth, here we are-standing side by side again, choosing each other in a way we couldn't have understood back then, but always felt. We are beyond proud, grateful, and overjoyed to say... We're getting married.💍