Eleven years ago today, I met the man of my dreams, "pre-arranged," so to speak, in front of a carousel at a mall. We hit it off immediately, and as we cruised through the Christmas-bedecked stores, chatting about (almost!) everything (he actually found my coy, guarded charms to be "mysterious" and highly attractive. Did I mention how smart and perceptive he is?), we both knew we were on to something...though, of course, we didn't say so right then!
As we passed a small, empty kiosk on one leg of the mall, he noticed a binky on the floor, and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around for the potential owner, and, seeing none, picked it up very gently and laid it on the kiosk.
I was smitten.
We ate a lovely dinner at TGIFriday's, and said our (very austere) goodbyes. He then began a telephone campaign, calling me every single day--a habit that lasted well-beyond our wedding day nearly two years later (still goes on to this day, in fact!)
Who would've guessed, 11 years ago today, that we'd be spending the evening putting up the Christmas tree--bedecked with 11 years worth of carousel ornaments, commemorating the first of many "most important days" in our lives--surrounded by our 5 children.
Life is good.