We were just two fifteen-year-olds sitting in Spanish class, side by side in the front row. Nine years later, we’re getting married! Turner dropped his pencil, and Molly picked it up. That was the start of everything. Molly went home and told her mom and dad, “I met this cute guy in my Spanish class, and I think I’m going to ask him to the Winter Formal.” We went to the dance and were inseparable ever since—well, except for the four years of long distance, haha. Turner went off to Tucson, and Molly went to Milwaukee. After a long four years, we’re finally back in Arizona and ready to start our next great adventure: marriage!