Sometime in the frigid winter of Phoenix in 2013, I was invited to a wedding for a close friend. Apparently I was somewhere amongst the B-list groomsmen, as I had managed to ascertain an invitation to the rehearsal dinner, but not the wedding party. Upon arrival at the rehearsal dinner there was a certain girl that caught my eye. She was charming, fun, and beautiful without trying. She had long brown hair and a smile with such a glow that you would forget there was a full moon that night. While we were chatting that night, I remember thinking "this is exactly the type of girl I want to be with. She seems to be just what I am looking for." However, at the time I was living in Colorado and one semester into my master's degree in clinical mental health. Katie seems to remember that that night we talked about the fact that I had recently ventured into mental health and how she would always love to decorate a counseling office. Fast forward a good three years, I had moved back to Phoenix and was ready to begin the next chapter of my life. Whilst driving back from a trip with some friends, I was in the car with the couple from the aforementioned wedding. Our friend had asked if I was open to set ups, in which I replied that I was and I even had an idea for who that person might be. In full disclosure, I had somewhat forgotten her name and had incorrectly guessed that it was Kat, based off of a misnomered social media title. A couple of weeks after that I was able to get Katie's number and quickly called her for a date. We met for drinks and had that awkward "good-to-see-you-three-years-later" first date hug. She was even more stunning than I had remembered and had a certain poise about her (though I later came to find this was masking her perpetual clumsiness). Within two months from our first date, I sat in an airport in San Jose and knew I wanted to marry her. On February 3, the girl I met at the previous wedding, will be the bride at my wedding, and I can't wait.