It was somewhere in the produce aisle...

..that Gabe blurted out: "Do you want to go to India with me?"

It was October 2011, and we'd only been dating for a couple of months. But with graduate school coming to a close we had choices to make. The summer we spent together in Chicago was electric. We talked throughout the day at school. We danced at our favorite blues bars at night. We laughed at Second City. Hell, we even heard Sir. Paul McCartney play at Wrigley Field, sitting in Gabe's yard. It was bliss.

Gabe had already committed to an internship in New Delhi. Jamie was weighing her options, but India wasn't on her radar.

After a few days of thinking, Jamie rerouted her plans. Two months later we stepped off the plane together. 

We haven't looked back since.