Celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary through a catholic marriage ceremony

It was October 4th, 1997, at the amphitheater in Chicago during a Temerarios concert. I was there with my Aunt, cousin, and her friends, excited for the night ahead. Just before the Temerarios were about to start, a group of guys walked across our path—and that’s when I saw him. This handsome man caught my eye immediately. I still remember it as if it were yesterday: his hair, his eyes, and that red shirt that made him stand out even more. After several attempts to catch his attention, he finally walked up to us and asked if I’d dance with him. I wasn’t usually that bold, but something about that moment felt different. As I walked down to the dance floor and he reached out for my hand, it was like a scene straight out of a romantic novel. In that moment, it felt like we were the only two people there. We danced for a few songs, and yet, to this day, neither of us can recall what those songs were. But the connection was undeniable. We exchanged numbers that night, and well… the rest has brought us here, 28 years later, standing on the threshold of a new chapter—one I hope lasts for eternity.