Our 8th Anniversary as Mr. and Mrs. One Fabulous Mom

Eight years ago I married the man of my dreams. The one who accepts and likes me just as I am, faults and all. I wanted to re post the amazing story of how we met. Let me remind you I was about the last of my friends to get married and had pretty much given up finding a husband!!!!


"I was driving to a two year olds bday, a kid named JAKE, in the Hollywood Hills. I hardly knew the parents of this child, I was just tagging along really. I told my girlfriends in the car that I didn't think I would ever get married. This was not because I was bitter, I just felt like I had dated my share of guys and it hadn't worked out. I had even called it off with one guy who was perfect and about to propose but it didn't feel right. I told them I would have children and men in my life but never marry. I was even okay with it. Famous last words...

At this very HOLLYWOOD, kids birthday party there was pony rides, face painting, champagne and a DJ. Oh yes I live in Los Angeles. So I was milling around meeting people when I saw a guy dressed in a Lacoste shirt and khakis. This was in 2001 when the preppy thing was only still happening in truly prep places and of course living in my heart! So I was drawn to this red haired guy. I was making jokes and he could keep up with me with NO problem. This was rare. Usually I would tell jokes and have a crowd laughing but rarely could someone chime in and keep up! I was intrigued. He gave me his card, but he was there with another girl so we talked business. She gave me the daggers as we talked, but at this point I just wanted to be friends! I was not getting married remember?

He called a couple times but I didn't go out with him, it was group things he was inviting me to and I didn't know anyone else. Then he called and asked me to go on a double date with his friend Jeff and his girlfriend. I only said yes because I felt like going out to dinner!!!

We agreed to meet at the bar of the Fairmont Hotel in Santa Monica. I walked in the door, and saw him smiling at me. He was so genuinely happy to see me that I literally said out loud, to myself, involuntarily, "I'm going to marry this guy". We were inseparable all night. We were holding hands and staring into each others eyes.

We moved in together in three weeks.
We were married a year later.
We've been married EIGHT years this year!"

Happy Anniversary to my Mr. My inspiration, my best friend, my co-conspirator and my love!!!