I met Skylar for the first time. I was having brunch at Auntie Em’s with my friends Al & Liz. Our friend Donna, who is a culinary whiz that works at Auntie Em’s, and her boyfriend, John, met us too. John asked his friend, Skylar, to come. The rest is history.
He was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I rushed home, and called my mom. Smooth move? Must have been, because he called me on the other line to ask me out. (John gave him my number after I asked John about a thousand questions about Skylar and whether or not he would go out with me.)
A year and a half later he asked me to marry him. A year after that we were married, and about 11 months later we had Harper.
This morning he is in bed, after a long night vomiting. He must have what I had. I guess this will not be the most romantic day of our lives, but I still get butterflies in my tummy when I see him. (No, it isn’t the food poisoning or stomach flu thing, either.)