
We’re usually too caught up in the moment to take photos—though occasionally, someone remembers.

We went from 0–6,000 in our first 10 months when Nick used what little he had to support Emma’s job search—proving his generosity of Olympic proportions.

It was at this moment when Emma turned a hypothermia risk into a shadow puppet comedy hour that Nick knew she was the one.

Emma fearlessly plunged into the desert’s September inferno and poor Nick barely survived, yet love endured.