We’re getting married!

Who knew that when I started working at the Taxi and Limousine Commission, I’d end up meeting my future husband? The unit I worked in was usually tucked away in the front of the office, or sometimes in a completely different part of the building, so the chances of us crossing paths were slim to none. But one day, walking back from the restroom, I passed him in the hallway. Not going to lie, I instantly thought, “He’s handsome.” I remember exactly what he was wearing: a yellow button-up, black jeans, black-and-yellow Kobes, and that curly taper fade… yeah, unforgettable. Still, I wasn’t bold enough to make a move, so I kept it to myself. Fast-forward about three weeks, and God clearly had other plans. I was on the main floor heading to lunch with two friends when someone called out to me. It wasn’t him, it was his friend, telling me that “his boy back there” wanted to talk to me. I asked who he meant, looked over, and there he was: the mystery hallway guy. Inside, I was screaming, but I kept it cool and said, “I’m heading to lunch, but if I see him later, we’ll talk.” Of course, after lunch I didn’t see him anywhere. By the end of the day, I took matters into my own hands and told my friend, “Go give him my number.” She did. He texted. And here we are, getting married on the 10 year anniversary of our first date ❤️

I saw her, I liked her, I married her.