Jorge and I met sometime around 1st grade. I thought he was a know-it-all and he thought I was bossy. We successfully avoided each other in our tiny class of 75 until high school. Everything changed while taking a calculus class where studying turned into flirting. We started dating then went to separate colleges and became pros at long distance. Jorge transferred to Simpson for his final two years and I decided to go to grad school. I continued to move east and he continued to follow me. After discovering I lived closer to New York than to Iowa, we went to Niagara Falls and got engaged. Since I'm such a worried, I wanted to get through my exams before we got married. This also provided an excellent excuse to wait until 2020, when Pi Day fell on a Saturday. So here I am, getting married to my favorite man, on my favorite day, celebrating my favorite number!