Hellooo my people - Fran over here. I hope you’re sitting down because I’m about to tell you how I met the man I’ll soon call my husband - see, now that’s something I still cant believe im saying... like oh boy, what have I just signed up for? Just kidding! I am SO excited to spend the rest of my life with Matthew! Anyway, let’s jump back about 7 years ago. For those of you who don’t know, Matt and I met when we were 18 years young at Rollins College. He was beginning his career in biology, while I was exploring my options in literally anything BUT science. As fate had it, Rollins decided to randomly throw us into an anthropology class our very first semester. As a master of fashionable arrivals, I didn’t think 15-30 minutes late on my first day was too bad - what a perfect time for a great entrance, am I right? Within about .3 seconds, I couldn’t help but notice this tall, blue eyed babe in the back of the class. Bam, I thought, an interesting class AND some eye candy for the semester - can this get any better? You know that saying, “When ya know, ya know”? Well, I knew from the moment I saw Matt we were going to date one day. I even told my mom about this “gringo baseball boy” I had a crush on. However, something told me this wasn’t going to be some quick fling, so my famous words came out, “he’s not ready for me” - and lets be real, I don’t think anyone is LOL. The year went by and our initial spark turned into a forest fire. That being said, we were dating by the end of freshmen year. A memory I’ll never forget - and one that Matt will probably never let down because it’s the first (and only) time I’ve been wrong - is when he told me three months into dating... Matt: we’re going to get married Me: no way Matt: you wait and see, you’re wrong Me: **scoffs because I’m never wrong** Matt: *6 years later on May 25th, 2019* I told you so I said yes! And I plan to say I do! And Matt, if you’re reading this, I always have and always will, love you.

I met Fran my very first day of classes at Rollins. I was put into an Anthropology class (not my choice) by my advisor. As per usual, I arrived early and got a seat (semi) close to the front. About 30 minutes into going over the syllabus, the door to the classroom bursts open revealing a cute, short brunette in the doorway. She makes a face as to say “my bad” and looks around the class for a seat. The professor got back to lecturing, but I continued watching the girl wondering who the hell she thought she was making a scene like that the first day. To make things even better, I realized (and she quickly did, too) that there was only one seat available and it happened to be right next to the professor at the front. The girl quickly shuffled to the seat, threw down her backpack and whipped out a pen and paper to begin taking notes. I remember thinking to myself, “Must be a senior.” What I didn’t know, starting from that moment, was that I had just seen the girl I would spend the rest of my life with for the very first time. Our friendship began as study buddies. And not in the dirty way your mind just went. By study buddies, I mean, Fran would do the reading assignment for class and I would kindly ask for a summary before class the next day. From then, we grew closer until we finally began dating at the end of freshmen year. Legend has it that this whole thing began on Cinco de Mayo. Fran is my partner, my rock and my number one supporter. We compliment each other with both words (DAMN, you fine) and our personalities (I’m always early, she runs on Spanish time). Together, we make, what I consider, the perfect human. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with this crazy woman, and as her father has told me time and time again...my life will never be boring. Here’s to a life of craziness and love ♾