It was in accounting class, the first week of freshman year at The University of Tampa, when two people met for the very first time. They spent four years getting into all kinds of trouble, making great friends, and building a strong friendship. Somewhere between MacDintons and Melville sparks fired, but school was quickly coming to a close. After caps were thrown they both went separate ways just like many of their friends; he to travel the country and she to start a career in... (you guessed it) accounting. Despite being on opposite ends of the country for two years, after thousands of phone calls, and averaging a trip a month to see each other, they knew they couldn't live without one another. Soon enough they began to realize that maybe they were meant to be more than just friends. Finally, on New Year's Eve in Tampa, that realization became reality (after some liquid courage and a drunk makeout sesh) and so a couple days later he promised he'd be back in Tampa to be with her. Over the next three years they fell in love, and that strong friendship turned into an even stronger relationship. It was an eventful three years in Tampa, but for the sake of time... let's just skip to the best part. After a failed attempt to propose on top of a mountain in Switzerland (courtesy of her fear of heights), they found themselves in Barcelona drinking a lot of champagne and swimming in the Mediterranean. After a breakthrough with hanger, he convinced her there was food at the rooftop pool (...there was no food). With the Barcelona skyline in the background and the cleaning lady as his witness, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, to which she responded... "Duh" Thanks to all of you for being a part of our story and we can't wait to celebrate with you in October!