My parents' home is a far cry from Shelby's parents' mansion. We drive up the dirt road leading to their property. I can tell by Shelby's smile that she's already in love. I knew she would be and that's why I refused to answer any questions about my parents throughout the week.

Their Pueblo-style home has orange stuccoed outer walls. There's an iron gate that leads into a small comfortable courtyard complete with a Mexican chiminea for the cooler winter months.

I park and ...