We met at a family wedding in Hawaii, proof that paradise sometimes delivers more than sunsets and photos. Sandra had flown in for the bride, expecting a beautiful vacation, nothing more. Sergio, as his brother’s best man, was mostly busy making sure the groom didn’t lose the rings. We sat together at the luau reception, but it was a chance run-in at the airport on the way home and a long conversation at the terminal that set everything in motion. Back in California, the conversations kept going, first over the phone, then over coffee. Before long, we were planning Disney days and weekend outings. Somewhere between the caffeine and the churros, something real began to grow. And when it did, we just knew. Now, here we are, still talking, still laughing, and so excited to begin the next chapter of this story together.