Back in 2020, a couple of weeks before spring break of my freshman year, I headed over to Reed Arena from my dorm room for Fish Camp Rev night, where we met all the counselors we were going to be in Fish Camp with.

I nervously sat down and started meeting people around me, which, for an awkward Corps kid who barely knew anyone at A&M, was definitely out of my comfort zone. At some point, a girl sat down in front of me, and when she turned to introduce herself, all I remember was how beautiful she was. So, being the quick thinker I am, I quickly adjusted my hat so she couldn't see my Corps haircut, which consisted of about 1/8" of hair on the top of my head. The night went on, and by the grace of God, we ended up being in the same camp. Little did I know that the beautiful girl who I had just met would be my future wife.

Fast forward 7 months, many texts, jokes, and a lot of help from a mutual friend, I called my mom and told her I was going to ask this girl, Jen, on a date. Which, if you know me, the fact I was asking a girl on a date, much less telling my mom, was kind of a big deal. We ended up going to Chuy's, and Jen proceeded to spill creamy jalapeño sauce (Creamy J, as she calls it) all over her shirt.

Turns out, that is a recipe for success because exactly 3 years, 22 Midnight Yell Practices, countless trips to New Braunfels and Chicago, and many more Chuy's dates later, I somehow convinced Jen to say yes when I asked her to marry me.

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