The One

I met "the one" in high school.  I actually remember the day AB, a senior to my junior, came up to my locker to talk to me.  AB was a cool guy...he was popular (whatever that means now, but it meant a lot then), a macho hockey player, was known for his amazing parties during school hours and a ladies man.  He was the kinda guy that teachers loved to hate...he would get in trouble and then talk himself out of it with his charm and wit.  And, he liked me!  We dated for one blissful week and then he broke up with me in a note.  Just like that. 

To be honest, I didn't think too much about AB during college.  But, I remember so well the summer of 1999...when I ran into him at the gym.  Since I'm not...and have never been...a gym buff, I think it's fate that put me on that elliptical trainer that day.  I remember rolling my eyes to my friend, as I saw him across the room.  And, giggled to her when he started making his way over to me to chat.  But, after all, he was still charming, funny and cute, and he coaxed my phone number out of me.  After a few weeks of making him beg, I finally agreed to a date.  And, the rest is history! 

Today, November 5, is our five year wedding anniversary.  What a wild, amazing, perfect adventure it has been.  And, on a side note, fate also never let me throw that "break up" note away...which I ever so gently reminded him of in POSTER SIZE at our rehearsal dinner!

I can't help but smile when I think back to the party guy, with the bangs, who picked me up for our first HS date in a white, old-school Chrysler Fifth Avenue...

...to the amazing man I married, who along with being the best husband and Dad in the entire world, never lost that charm and wit that attracted me in the first place.  And, now here we are, 11 years later, happily married with two amazingly, beautiful and perfect kids.  Me, I still feel like that young girl when I look at him, thankful and lucky that he picked me. 

Happy anniversary to the love of my life.