On a crisp, autumn morning in 2006, a gentle wind whistles through the trees. The leaves gradually fall, painting a warm mosaic over the misted grass below. The last vestiges of summer are making their exit, and CJ and Cameron are unwittingly entering into the first chapter of what would become their greatest story.

Theirs began where all great love stories do -- in the third grade classroom. She was the quiet girl with her nose buried in a book; he was the new kid with his hand busily drawing in the margins of his notebooks. Of course they had no preconceived notions what their futures would hold. Girls still had "cooties" at that age. Are you kidding?

Little did Mrs. Fairchild know, two of her students walking single-file behind her through the halls of Oak Hill Elementary School would end up walking down the aisle nearly twenty years later.

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As the years passed, the paths they traveled remained loosely interwoven, but never quite ran parallel. CJ was a high school athlete, Cameron was a theatre geek. Despite the differences, the pair found common ground in their pursuit of knowledge, finding themselves in several of the same high school AP classes. They also spent their free time running around the town with a shared "squad" of friends until graduation.

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