We met in college through mutual friends, one of those nights that almost didn’t happen. I had just gotten back from visiting my family in Ibiza, and Jeremy was home in California visiting from Vanderbilt. I almost missed my flight home, and he and his best friend almost didn’t go to our friend’s get-together that night. If any of those little things hadn’t lined up, we might have never met. But they did, and that night changed everything. From the very first night we met, there was something different. The next morning, I called my best friend and told her there was just something about him. It’s one of those moments that’s hard to explain, when you know, you know. I remember how it felt being in his arms, and it just felt right, like I’d known him forever. A few weeks later, my friends and I had a trip planned to Nashville, where Jeremy was going to school. Did I secretly hope I’d see him again? Definitely. We met up one night, had the most incredible time together, and at the end of the night, he asked me to stay longer. I actually canceled my flight, which felt so unlike me at the time, and woke up the next morning thinking, “What did I just do?” But when I went to the airport later, every single flight had been canceled because of a snowstorm, so I was, in a way, stuck with him. It ended up being the best week of my life, the week we truly fell in love. And honestly, I haven’t really left his side since that day. Fast forward four years later, and we’ve built a life filled with love, laughter, and a million little adventures. Now, we can’t wait to celebrate the next chapter of our story surrounded by the people we love most, in the place that means so much to me, Ibiza.