Our story began in August 2015 as freshmen at the University of Florida. Thanks to a mutual friend, Renee and I met at an MGC event, where she immediately grilled me about my heritage because of the Jamaican bandana on my head. At the time, we were just two college kids figuring life out. Group hangouts slowly turned into one-on-one walks, dining hall cookies she brought me (no meal plan), and deeper conversations. By the end of September, I knew I had a crush on Renee. I told her how I felt, and in true Renee fashion, she said she had an exam to study for and would let me know in a week. Luckily, she felt the same, and we grew even closer. That February, I planned to ask her to be my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. I had a video, custom bracelets, the whole thing. Except I forgot one small detail: the restaurant reservation. After a few failed attempts and plenty of panic, Renee just laughed. We found a place that had a short wait time. I then realized I never looked at the menu and did not know if I had enough money! I secretly asked my mom to send me money mid-date, and the date was a success. Later that night, I showed Renee the video and asked the big question. She said yes! Eight years later, on our first major overseas trip to Spain, I found myself just as nervous—this time with much bigger plans. In Mallorca, I found a beautiful restaurant, a photographer, a videographer, and yes… I made a reservation. Renee had no idea what was coming. The day was perfect. As we finished dinner, I noticed the designated area being cleared—it was go time. I convinced Renee to take a walk to enjoy the view, gave my speech, and as she realized what was happening and spotted the photographer, I got down on one knee. “Will you be my Mrs. Wavy? Will you marry me?” She said YES 🤍 #thewavys
He is a little crazy, and so am I. Our story has always felt extraordinary: two people crossing paths in college, unaware of how deeply that moment would shape their lives. What began as friendship was stitched together with sarcasm, endless laughter, and deep conversations...the kind that make you feel like you've always known each other. I will always remember how Chris walked me home late at night, whether it was to my professor’s office to turn in an assignment or down the street for a midnight Subway run. We debated everything. One evening, he casually declared that his future wife would never be allowed to drive. I was stunned. What if she wanted to drive? She was independent, capable, and free to do whatever she pleased. Girl power. He answered with dramatic certainty, “Absolutely not. I will drive.” I remember thinking, my condolences to that woman. The irony of it all still makes me smile. There’s a lyric that says, “Love is just a word, but you bring it definition.” That’s what loving Chris feels like. A quiet synergy, something unseen but undeniable, that kept pulling us closer. Friendship softened into partnership, into years of living and growing side by side. We questioned everything, traveled, studied, stumbled, and slowly discovered who we were and who we wanted to become, both together and on our own. It’s strange to think that in ten years, we’ve lived three lifetimes together. I barely recognize those headstrong 18-year-olds. In their place, I see love and self-awareness, safety and a gentler kind of strength. I see kindness, patience, and a devotion that feels like home. He is a little crazy, and so am I...and somehow, that’s exactly why we fit.