Hi, it's me (Brandon). Of all the things I expected to happen when I started working at Injoy Life Resources (a day program for adults with developmental disabilities), meeting my future wife was not one of them. And if, on my first day, you had asked me what the likelihood was that that I would end up marrying the short girl in the baggy, black hoody who darted in and out of the room where I was training and who had way too much energy for someone nursing a pretty solid cold/runny nose, I wouldn't have even known what to say. But that was then, and this is now. And since then, I've learned that while we were both students at Biola University, on two separate occasions, friends of ours tried to set Cal up on a date with me because they thought we would hit it off (she turned them down). I've also learned that one of those friends was the one who connected me with a job at Injoy to begin with. I've learned that Cal belongs to a very short list of people who I trust with the aux in my car and that she always seems to crave the same food as me. I've learned that she exudes gentleness and warmth, and that her warmth is matched only by her drive and determination. I trust her with my life and, even though I love my mom, I'm pumped to start writing her name as my emergency contact for things. For twenty four years, October 23rd has been as banal and arbitrary a date as I could possibly think of, but this year, I am so deeply contented to know that it's the day I get to start calling Claire Calica my wife.