We’ve known each other since we were kids, though our earliest memories of each other couldn’t be more different. Megan remembers seeing Patrick and his family at the Dutchess County Fair, showing their pigs—especially the moment when those pigs decided her little cowgirl boots were a snack. Patrick remembers Megan as “the girl who was always with her dad,” tagging along everywhere as their dads worked together at Hyatt’s garage. Fast forward a few years. Megan was on a drive with her friends when they passed a group of guys with trucks—diesel trucks, of course. Being her bold self, she rolled down the window and shouted, “I love you!” One of them called back, “Come on over!” At first, Megan hesitated, but eventually she did. That’s when Patrick turned around and said, “I know who you are.” Megan insisted, “No, you don’t.” But Patrick just smiled and replied, “Yes I do. You’re Chris Galente’s daughter.” From that moment on, the rest has been history.