Francisco and I met at a church retreat in Miami, FL 2005. It was a young adults retreat and I really didn’t want to be there. All my life I was brought up Catholic and attended many retreats. At that point in my life I have had enough of retreats. I remember my father telling me to go so that I may meet a “good Catholic” man. I swore I would be single all my life! I was a smart and independent woman who didn’t need a man. Little did I know that at that retreat I would meet my future husband. Francisco and I ended up in the same group in that three day weekend retreat. I really did not like him. I thought he was over confident, know-it-all, and he really was not my type. I’m Hispanic (born and raised in Nicaragua), but I did not like and was not attracted to Hispanic men. I liked them pale white and he was dark and tan. I liked them tall (6 feet or taller) and he was average height(1/2 inch taller than me). I love red head with green or blue eyes and he had brown eyes and curly, kinky short black hair. Although he REALLY was not my type I felt compelled to be nice to the guy. He had recently arrived from Chicago, didn’t know anyone, was his first experience in a retreat, and wasn’t even Catholic yet. He was still trying to find God. He had no job, a beat down used and borrowed car that at the end of the retreat wouldn’t start! I being the nice girl offered to give him a ride home. On the way there he was kind, talkative (boy can he talk), and started to appeal more to me as a good friend. When I dropped him off he called me about an hour later to make sure I had arrived okay and from there he would constantly call me and I loved our conversations. I guess you can say a relationship started to evolve. What really pissed me off though (you’ll get to know I am blunt and have a sailor’s mouth but I keep things real) was that he never asked me out and after about a month a half of “talking” I knew he liked me. So being the direct gal that just NEEDS to know, I asked him! I remember that I texted him. I told him that I like him and what did he think about that. He usually replied to my texts within seconds and after about an hour of not getting any reply to my initial “reaching out” I called him. I was livid!!! I asked him if he received my text and he said yes. I was like “are you f*cking serious?, so what do you have to say?” He said he was flattered. (OMG I could have killed him) I literally had to drag it out of him. Finally he professed his undying love for me. LOL! We started dating but before he could call me his girlfriend he said he had to ask my parents permission. (Yes, he was old school like that and I was mad because I told him that he wasn’t asking for my hand in marriage and that was not necessary). he insisted and met with my parents. I was so embarrassed because my dad kept questioning him, interviewing him, telling him what his daughter required and was used to, telling him that he needed to get a job, etc… Just imagine!!! I was just sitting there without words for over an hour. To keep it short our love grew little by little and he proposed in under the year of dating. It was a huge surprise because I had no idea. I’m a hard girl to keep secrets from and he did it quite well. We had a beautiful wedding on June 30, 2007. See our family album for some pictures of our special day!