Okay… confession time.
We’ve been married for a year.
Like, legally. Technically. Actually.
On November 1st, 2024, Hector and I snuck off and said “I do.” No big wedding, no audience, no champagne tower — just us, a few signatures, and a whole lot of “are we really doing this?”
It wasn’t the grand romantic gesture you see in movies. It was practical — my job was having open enrollment for insurance, and we needed to get Hector covered. So, we figured, “Hey, we’re going to get married anyway. Why not now?”
Cut to January 2025: we finally get all the paperwork approved and then… I got fired. Yep. The irony was not lost on us. We laughed, we cried, and we might’ve both just stared at each other for a solid minute like, did we just commit insurance fraud for nothing? (We didn’t. But still.)
We had planned to tell everyone earlier, really. But between the chaos of life, family drama, and wanting to still have that wedding moment — we decided to keep our little secret. And honestly? It became kind of fun.
Fast forward to this Halloween. We threw what everyone thought was our wedding. Backyard lights, spooky-season florals, champagne, tequila, music, laughter — and one massive plot twist.
Keeping it under wraps was a wild adventure, but Halloween night’s backyard celebration made it all worth it. There was dancing, laughing, a little bit of shock, and a lot of love.
We know some people were probably a little mad (understandable), but we needed something that was just ours for a while. Between job chaos, family stress, and life doing its thing, holding this secret felt like our tiny act of rebellion — and love.
Now, the secret’s out. The truth is free.
And honestly? It feels amazing.
Here’s to one year down, forever to go. Officially official… again.
