We met on Match—he planned a date (unicorn alert!). I did a drive-by to confirm he wasn’t a catfish—he was hotter. He thought Benihana was private dining…adorable. But I saw his charm with strangers. We shut the place down—he ended the date with a high-five. One year later, we got hitched. Since then: 10 years, 2 moves, 10 countries visited, 1 cancer battle, 1 new business, 1 pandemic, 0 dull moments. We don’t just do love—we high-five through life in style.

Our favorite memory isn’t one big event—it’s holding hands through the hardest season: cancer. Sounds strange, but sharing the raw, real, and even ridiculous moments brought us closer. From chemo chairs to celebration dinners, we laughed, cried, prayed, and grew. It wasn’t pretty, but it was powerful. The best memories weren’t grand gestures—they were found in the quiet strength of simply showing up for each other, day after day.

We’d finally throw the vow renewal and party we’ve dreamed about—celebrating with the friends and family who couldn’t be at our wedding. Ten years and countless adventures later, it’s time to say “I still do” with great friends, a proper dance floor, good food, and bad karaoke. And then? A real honeymoon! Somewhere dreamy, with sunshine, beach drinks, and zero cell service. Just us, unplugged, making new memories (and probably more high fives).