let's get hitched!

Some love stories start with a chance meeting. Ours started with two moms who had been friends for years and apparently knew something we didn’t. Our paths crossed a few times without us realizing it, until the summer before my senior year of college, when our moms finally decided to intervene and set us up. (They were right. Obviously.) Just months earlier, I’d met Andy’s mom for lunch to ask her business questions. She walked out, got in her car, and immediately called him to say, “I just met your wife.” No pressure. After our first dinner together, Andy went home and announced to his best friend, “I think this is the one.” Meanwhile, I called my aunts to declare, “My mom finally got it right.” Everyone was feeling very proud of themselves. Things moved quickly from there—because when something fits, it fits. A few months in, Andy met my dad for the first time. As my dad was leaving, I pulled him aside and whispered, “Well… what do you think?” He smiled and said, “I think he makes you happy.” He wasn’t wrong. A year and a half later, after a whole lot of love and laughter, we decided we want to spend all the rest of our years together. Andy knew it immediately. I caught up pretty fast. And now here we are, fulfilling the prophecy our moms made ages ago.