It all started back in 6th grade in the most glamorous of ways: P.E. class. Each P.E. class celebrated the completion of another school year by participating in the annual softball game. I was marking 2nd base when I saw this tall hunk hit the ball, round first, then jog on over to where I was standing (YUP, you guessed it... it was Finn). I remember catching his name before he had to run on to 3rd and feeling butterflies all over. By the middle of 7th grade (2011), Finn and I were official (as official as a middle school relationship can get... lots of "Hey, meet me at my locker for a hug").

High school came along and we had a blast—from making art in crafts class, to watching each other play sports. We were always doing something together. We should have known when we earned the title “Cutest Couple”, that we were going to grow old together.

After high school came college and I moved to Philly. Finn probably spent $2,000 on gas driving from Maryland to Pennsylvania and to all the various game locations during those 4 years. He never made me feel like it was a burden to do; that’s just the kind of man he is. Our eyes and hearts weren't worried about being apart. We had them fixed on the bigger picture.

Towards the end of college, Finn and I started talking about what the next step was for us. I always joked that I didn't want to be engaged during my undergraduate degree, but anytime after that was fair game. Well, Finner took that quite literally. After a suspicious car ride home from my college graduation, I walked into a decorated apartment for his proposal. We both were so emotional that the ring ended up on my right hand!

We now have 'big kid' jobs and every now and then get chills that we are living the life we once dreamed of.

Being a 12 year old when we started out and a 24 year old as I write this, we have spent half our lives together and on July 6th, us middle school sweethearts will vow to spend the rest of our lives with one another.