Our story began in a classroom filled with laughter, hand gestures, and the familiar rhythm of Italian words — the Italian club at Ramapo College. At first, it was the shared glances across the room, the knowing smiles when food was brought up, the excitement that sparked whenever culture, tradition, or family was part of the conversation. We were drawn together by more than chance; we were drawn by a shared love for where we came from and what shaped us. Italy became our first language of love. Through stories of our adventures in Italy, our passion for cooking, and love for our family, we discovered each other. Conversations flowed and before we knew it, our love for the culture had gently turned into love for one another. From there, everything grew — just like Dom's garden. We learned how beautiful it is to nurture something side by side, whether it’s tomatoes reaching for the sun or a relationship built on patience, laughter, and care. Cooking together became our favorite way to spend time: hands dusted with flour, sauce simmering on the stove, music playing softly in the background. Every meal felt like a celebration, not just of Italian food, but of our love. We fell in love with nature the same way we fell in love with each other — slowly, deeply, and with appreciation. Long walks, quiet moments outdoors, and spontaneous adventures became our way of escaping the world and finding ourselves again. Every journey, big or small, felt richer because we were sharing it. What began in an Italian club turned into a life full of warmth, tradition, and endless adventure. Our love is rooted in culture, strengthened by shared passions, and carried forward by the joy of discovering the world together. And just like Italy — timeless, passionate, and full of heart — our love continues to grow.