We first met at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago twelve years ago, and although we went our separate ways Beatriz was always on my mind.  

When I moved to New York, Beatriz was living at I-House so  I applied and was accepted!  

 

On our first Valentine's Day, I gave her twelve red roses, to which she said thank you, but what I did not know was that she was highly allergic. She put them in her closet to dry, and still has them to this day.  

 

We were married in Beatriz's hometown of Porto, Portugal in a church in which the priest neglected to say "you may now kiss the bride," so we forged our own moment to kiss.