4 years ago today

I met my husband.

We celebrated by having Japanese people cook food on a hot grill.  Actually I watched because they use way too much butter for my stomach.  I ate sushi.  My husband enjoyed it though. 

His sister has been cutting my Aunt’s hair for about 15 years, and they decided after 10 years that hubby and I were about the same age and single at the same time. 

My aunt stalked him, and with his sister’s help convinced him to come see me at my Aunt’s shop on the weekend before Valentine’s day.

It was raining and cold that day, and we had a lunch date.  This was our conversation:

Me:  I just ended a 2 and a half year relationship where we were engaged and called it off.

Him:  Oh, (awkward silence) How long ago was that?

Me: a month ago

Him: Oh (awkward silence)

It ended up being the best thing that happened to me.  He was head over heels in love with me from that date.

The rest is history.