We met at a Labor Day barbecue in 2010, and it almost didn’t happen. If Emily hadn’t convinced me to go out that night, I would not have met Christopher. Our first date was a week later, and we went cat fishing at Redstone Park. That night we learned we both enjoyed some of the same activities, and we discovered how relaxed we were with one another. Our first real date was at John Hollys, and was Chris’ first look into how clumsy I am. I slipped out of his Jeep while getting in it after dinner, lifted Jeeps and new high heels do not mix.