They met at a mutual friend’s birthday party during their college years at the University of Florida. She had just finished a grueling organic chemistry exam and going out was the last thing on her mind—but thank goodness she did. Because when she arrived, there he was—standing on a chair, hanging up last-minute decorations. The first thing she noticed? Legs for days. And those short shorts? Unforgettable. As the night unfolded, they struck up a conversation. He was about to graduate, and since she still had time left at UF, she didn’t expect much to come of it. But fate had other plans. They were both enrolled in summer classes at the local community college—so he stuck around. For their first date, he took her to La Tienda. She boldly ordered a burrito the size of her head and was far too embarrassed to eat it gracefully—but they talked for hours, laughed nonstop, and she knew this felt different. That very night, she called her best friend and said, “Mark my words—I’m going to marry him.” And here they are.