To say that my husband and I knew each other from the moment we met is an understatement. We cherished every moment we had together, and learned from the few rough times we had.
I met my husband on my 27th birthday when I was out with friends having a few drinks. It was the middle of February on a Wednesday night, and there was no one out. A friend of mine was making our evening interesting by smacking me every so often, calling them "birthday spankings". In an effort to get away from her and be funny, I walked up to an unsuspecting stranger, leaned against the bar, and said "spank me, it's my birthday". He looked at me sheepishly and started to laugh, but he eventually gave me a little tap. Then I sat down next to him, introduced myself, and got to know the man that would become my husband.
From the first night, it was as if we were reconnecting with family; somewhere, somehow, our souls knew each other. Whether it was God, kismet, of just plain luck, we were put in each other's lives for a reason.
That was 12 years ago, yet I remember it like it was yesterday.