The Prequel: We met as teenagers. Michael had questionable hair, Leslie had even more questionable bangs, and neither of us realized we were looking at our future spouse. We survived high school, graduated, and then in a classic move lost touch for a decade or two. The Plot Twist. Fast forward through a few careers, a few moves, and a lot of life. We eventually reconnected and realized that while we’re older and (allegedly) wiser, we’re still the same two idiots who liked each other at sixteen. The Finale: It only took us twenty years to realize we were the plan all along. We took the scenic route, but we finally made it. Come celebrate the fact that we eventually figured it out!