We first met in preschool when we were just four years old. Not long after meeting, he told his mom, “I know who I’m going to marry.” When she asked who, he confidently replied, “Hannah Hibbs — she just doesn’t know it yet.” Life would take us on separate journeys over the years, but somehow our story was never really finished. Nearly 20 years later, during a quiet late-night conversation while Bradshaw was working night shift, the topic of the future came up. That’s when he finally admitted, “I told my friend that I found the girl I want to marry.” It may have taken him twenty years to tell me, but it was well worth the wait. On the morning of March 21st, overlooking the beautiful city of Florence, Italy, Bradshaw asked me to marry him at a small church called Chiesa di San Salvatore al Monte. Surrounded by breathtaking views and the quiet beauty of the moment, I said yes.