We met Carlos in Sinaloa, Mexico, in 1995. He came into our lives when we longed for children and he longed for spiritual training. By the time we had a daughter and he was coming to Dallas to seminary, he lived with us for long enough to introduce our daughter to Spanish soap operas. (He says they are much cleaner than US versions.) Years later,  having lost both parents, Carlos honored us by asking us to be the parents of the groom at his wedding. For those who have followed our family and his progress through the years, check out who this wonderful young man has become. Amamos ama Carlos!