Such the memory.

Nine years ago today, I drove 66 miles from my job as a nanny on Long Island, got lost more than a few times, and went to a church in New Jersey for the second time. I’d been there once before, swore I wouldn’t do that and get so very lost again, and yet, two weeks later, unable to decline a sweet invite from my friend’s mother, I went again. And there, I met my friend’s brother. Oh, man. So very handsome in his three piece suit* and bright blond hair, I was done for. Seven months later, that friend became my sister-in-law, and the woman we can thank for her sweet offer of friendship and hospitality was my mother-in-law. What incredible nine years it’s been, dear Blaine. I love you.

*The three piece suit, it turns out, was the only clean thing available in the man’s closet. But I was smitten before I learned that laundry is not his thing. And now… it’s my job to clean his clothes. With pleasure.