There is no clear prologue to our story. We probably met sometime in high school, maybe eight or nine years ago. We truly got to know each other our freshman year of college, thrown together when our social groups intersected during winter break. I remember feeling immediately pulled to Tim, who was (and still is) freckle-faced and warm, while I smelled powerfully of fresh hair dye, which he evidently found enchanting. He was incredibly easy to talk to, and he must have thought the same of me. A conversation we started at a party in January continued through May, culminating with him ever-so-smoothly asking me out in German. Naturally, I told him that I loved him about three months later. In English. We spent a great deal of our early relationship walking the entirety of the City of Davis - I had incredibly bad blisters on our first date, but I think I would've walked with him until my feet bled rather than stop. We've since walked our way through seven years of complete love, joy, and incredible changes. In that time, we have celebrated at the weddings of three older brothers, two dear friends, and Tim's cousin, we have held new baby nieces in our arms (and expect another soon!), we have graduated from college, have lived at three different places together, and have held multiple jobs. Tim has been a steadfast comfort through the passing of three family members. And we have been steadfast companions through many adventures - meeting Tim's family in Germany, getting into trouble in Paris, dying Tim's hair blue (oops!), trekking the Pacific Northwest, removing endangered owls from my car, sweating in Death Valley, soaking in the coolness of The Narrows, entering my glue-stained artwork in a competition (only with Tim's urging), the adventures continue on...right down to the quiet shores of the beach where Tim asked me to walk the whole wide world with him, forever. Our prologue may not have been clear, but our epilogue is... "...And they lived happily ever after."