Oh boy, let me tell you the story of how I met my white chocolatito. It all started at a Mexican restaurant. I was just minding my own business, waiting in line when this guy comes up to me and asks if I speak Spanish. Of course, I do! So he asks me to order something amazing for him in Spanish. I mean, who am I to deny a handsome, tall, white boy? So I ordered the best damn Quesadilla they had in that joint. And let me tell you, it was amazing. After we got our food, he asked me to sit with him and talk some more. And honestly, I couldn't say no to this guy. My heart was racing like when you eat a jalapeño pepper, and it wasn't just from the spicy salsa. Even though he was a stranger, I felt something more than just nerves. We finished our meals, and he thanked me for ordering for him. And then...he asked for my phone number so I could order for him again next time! Can you believe it? A week later, we were dating. And that's the story of how a Quesadilla brought us together. True love, am I right?

October 22nd of 2022 A November weekend in Yosemite is something my family has done for years and as this was Angel’s second time doing it with us, I felt it was a perfect opportunity to pop the question. PA school hardly left me time to learn a musical instrument so instead, I spent hours learning a music notation program to create an acoustic guitar ballad version of “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers. My sisters had the file and brought portable speakers and were going to record the event. I knew that outside likely no one would hear me singing but him and me, but that made it seem all the more special to me. The weather seemed reluctant to cooperate, staying overcast and threatening to rain the entire weekend. It was only once we actually reached Mirror Lake that the sun peaked out from behind the clouds and I gave the signal to start the music. I didn’t anticipate slow dancing with the love of my life while I sang about how “I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you” but it just seemed to fit. I sang quietly right into his ear and wiped my manly tears on his shoulder. Finally, the song ended with me more than a little choked up. I went down onto one knee. I reached into the new jacket I had bought for the occasional and spent 62 seconds, which to me felt like 62 hours, remembering how pockets worked so I could get the ring box. My face on fire, I offered my ring to the love of my life and he made me the happiest man in the world with just one word… “Yes”.