Our love story is proof of the butterfly effect - small moments shaping something big. My mom owned a bar, and I’d seen him there - handsome, but just a passing thought. Turns out, he remembers seeing me too and thinking I was beautiful. Years later, I was working a quiet shift when he walked in. It was just us. He saw through me, and I broke down. That moment changed everything. We found ourselves looking forward to each other, falling before we even knew it.

We’ve shared countless beautiful moments, but our favorite will always be our first lunch and bar dates. One Saturday, I anxiously waited, unsure if he'd show; but just as I was about to clock out, he walked in. I rushed through my tasks to not miss him, and when I returned, to my relief he was still there. He offered to take me out, and on a whim, I said, 'How about now?' A few days later, he invited me for a drink. I don’t drink, but I couldn’t resist. That night, we shared our first kiss.

My husband is one of the hardest workers I know, right alongside my parents and grandma. Through the years, we’ve lived in a hotel and rented apartments, always supporting each other. With $20,000, we’d invest a part in buying land to build our dream home - a place for us to grow old together and make endless memories with our two doggies. We’d also set some aside to take a step back, breathe, and cherish each other. After everything, we deserve a moment to dream and look forward to our future.