This story begins with Baskin Robbins and bad shoes…

earlyPeter and I first met in 2004, before Peter had a beard and I wore jeans with patches on the knees. Peter and I went to different high schools in our hometown of Albuquerque, New Mexico and the world pleasantly revolved while we lived our lives unaware of the other’s existence.

Enter Baskin Robbins Free Scoop Night.

It was the evening of a year-end collaborative concert between our high school orchestras. Peter was playing the bass and I was playing the violin—we played selections from Paul McCartney’s Liverpool Suite. After the concert, my friend Sigrid (to whom Peter and I owe everything) introduced me to the boy who would later become my husband and soul mate. The introduction was made owing to the fact that Peter, Sigrid, and I were going to celebrate the end of the concert with free ice cream at Baskin Robbins.

The walk to Sigrid’s car was long and uncomfortable, owing mainly to the fact that I was wearing four-inch stiletto heels—something I considered to be a rational idea when I was 16. So there I was with my ridiculous shoes in a parking lot conveniently crafted from loose gravel, and who should come to my rescue but the boy I had met that very night. He laughed and then carried me the rest of the way to the car.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Our high school orchestra programs brought us together again a year later at Glorieta, which is when we had our first kiss. A few days later, we performed in another collaborative concert together at the National Hispanic Cultural Center—the same location where we would decide to have our wedding six years later.

Outside of bumping into each other by chance on a few occasions (Harry Potter midnight book release, Albuquerque Youth Symphony luminaria day), we didn’t reconnect until the beginning of our freshman year at UNM, which was also completely by chance. On a campus of over 25,000 students, at the busiest time of the day, our paths somehow crossed. Little did we know that they would remain crossed for the next five-and-a-half years.

In the following days, our paths began to intentionally cross, I gave Peter my phone number, and Peter washed said phone number off his hand before calling. Luckily, Peter’s best friend, Christian found me on campus and delivered my phone number to Peter. After this technical glitch was resolved, we started dating.

We both said, “I love you” on our second date and we meant it.

Six months later, Peter proposed. We both knew it was the right moment, so he held me, asked the question, and I burst into tears.wedding

The next four years were spent as best friends, schoolmates, roommates, and confidants. We graduated from UNM in December 2009 in the same manner we did everything else—together.

In June 2010, with our family members around us at O’Neill’s Pub, we announced our four-year-long engagement and plans to get married the following year. The reaction was 100 percent unsurprised, but filled with happy tears and excitement nonetheless.

Our wedding took place May 28, 2011 at the National Hispanic Cultural Center. We were married outside underneath the branches of a Cottonwood tree and the beautiful New Mexico skies we had grown up and fallen in love under.

We’ve since shared a wealth of experiences, all of which have made us the loving, goofy couple we are today. Throughout the years, we’ve spent our lives together living the words, I love you and referencing the Beatles lyric:

All you need is love. Love is all you need.

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