Do you remember the beginning of your love story?

I do… October 28th, 1998. That was the day my life changed forever.

20 years ago today while we were undergrads at Brown, we met on the main green of campus. I’ll never forget that October day, it was beautiful out and I just felt like walking to class early and grabbing a cup of coffee. I went to my usual coffee spot at the Blue Room cafe and grabbed the Brown Daily Herald to read. It was around 8AM in the morning and the campus was perfectly still and quiet. Around 8:30AM the bells rang for morning classes to start and slowly students started to walk by on the green. I was reading the paper when I saw Matt walk across the main green in front of me. I’d noticed him a 100 times before, but today – for some reason (fate) – I waved at him (and then turned completely red of embarrassment).  I had always thought he was so handsome. I actually remembering thinking to myself, “Why did you just wave?” And literally wanted to crawl inside the newspaper and hide! But something happened in that moment – he smiled back and actually came over to me! WHAT!!?? Oh, yes … I wasn’t prepared for that part of the story. We stayed there talking for about 1/2 hour about Halloween and just catching up, etc. I knew I needed to get to class, so I got up and (as much as I didn’t want to) started to get my things together so I could make it on time. I didn’t want to leave him, it was going so well. Thankfully he didn’t want me to go either, so he invited me to go costume shopping that night with him for a big Halloween party he was hosting with his buddies the next night. I said yes and the rest (as they say) is history. That was it!

Love has a sneaky way of showing up when you least expect it!

Fun Fact – I later found out that after he left me that morning and ran back to his apartment and told his buddies that they needed to toss together a big Halloween party for that next night so he could definitely see me again. ❤️

What’s your love story?

It’s funny… whenever I get upset with my husband or annoyed with him (as all wives do!), I often think back to the very beginning. I remember the butterflies. I remember the sparks. I remember falling hard, very quickly.

Love is love.

I hope everyone finds it in life!