Our story began at on of Darron's jazz performances. When I walked into the venue, I had no idea Eric was sitting at the front desk, watching me walk in. Hoping to catch my attention, he actually had his play sister (Darron's wife, Sheryl) send a lemonade over to my table. The catch? I never actually received it! As fate would have it, I stepped outside a few minutes later to take a phone call. On my way back inside, I ran right into Eric. Needing to thank him for the drink I never got, we struck up a conversation. Before the night ended he asked for my number. True to his work, he called me later that evening just to make sure I made it home safely. We haven't stopped talking since. In fact, we've spoken every single day for the last 1,185 days-and counting!