The first time Marco and I met was on a Sunday that neither of us knew would change everything. I walked into Living Faith Family Worship Church with a friend, Pastor DaSha, expecting a service—what I found was purpose. As Pastor Mark preached, I remember thinking, this man is truly anointed. After service, Pastor Mark introduced himself, welcoming me as a first-time guest. Then, in a moment that still feels cinematic, his son stepped forward, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “Hi, I’m Mark.” And just like that—something shifted. An unexplainable spark. Electric. God-ordained. That afternoon, I watched Marco move effortlessly through the room, leading with kindness, confidence, and talent behind the drums. He found little moments to learn about me, and by the end of the day I went home knowing—something had begun. When his Instagram follow appeared that night, I threw my hands in the air and laughed. I felt it for a reason. His first message? Asking if I could do his little sister’s hair. I said yes—of course. That “yes” opened the door to meeting his family, earning their warmth, and feeling something we’ve never taken lightly: approval and blessing. Three days later—over mini tacos and a parrillada at Taqueria Jalisco in Dilley, Texas—Marco asked me to be his girl. We laugh as he admits that was the only Spanish meal he knew at the time. My answer was easy: yes. The meal was secretly paid for, and we took it as confirmation from God Himself. Our journey hasn’t been perfect. We’ve come from different backgrounds, faced differences, and grown through challenges. But the constant—the reason we always find our way back stronger—is simple: we love Jesus. We serve Him. We focus on Him. We are two kids who love God, honor our parents, wake up every day trying to do what’s right, and choose each other with intention. Marriage is the continuation of a calling we are living in together.