It started at CC, somewhere between volleyball games and the random moments in between. At the time, neither of these felt like the beginning of a love story. Looking back, they kind of were.
One of the first moments I remember was Tim asking me if I knew how to longboard. I told him I did, but after breaking my wrist I was scared to get back on one. He let me hold onto his arm to balance and patiently retaught me how to longboard. At the time, it was just a little moment. Looking back, it feels like one of the first pieces of our story.
Another day at CC, I somehow convinced Tim to play a completely made-up game I called Roof Ball. It was ridiculous, fun, and very us before there was even an “us.” Somehow, those random volleyball-day moments kept giving us reasons to spend a little more time together.
This is the big story-building section. Add what happened after those first volleyball memories: when you started talking more, the first time it felt different, your first date, the moment you realized this might actually be something, or whatever chapter comes next.
Keep adding here. This can grow into multiple paragraphs and we can split it into more scrapbook cards later once the story gets longer.
This space is already styled for the next chapter — dating, adventures, the proposal, and everything that brings the story to the wedding.
For now, this is just the beginning of the page — exactly like this was just the beginning of us.