If you told me when I was a kid that I would meet my future husband at 15 years old in 3rd period Biology class, I wouldn't have believed you. It sounded like something I used to dream  about as a little girl - something I'd read in a novel or see in a movie.​ But, here I am, 10 years later getting to marry that boy who I so bravely asked to junior year prom.  As his senior year and my junior year came to an end, he left to explore baseball opportunities.  The next year would be a year to remember.  The summer before I left to attend Saint Mary's College of California, my future husband FINALLY, asked me to be his. In the last seven years, our love has conquered a long-distance relationship, two colleges, and one division one sports program.  On July 7th, there is nothing more that I want to say than the words, "I do."