We really met when Quincy was 4. His Grandmother brought him to church and pointed out the pastor's new baby girl (me). While it obviously wasn't love at first sight and I, of course, have no memory of the meeting, Quincy does claim that he thought I was a baby angel! Fast forward 27 years, I was working at our town's favorite bar/restaurant and Quincy came in for dinner with a group of his friends. We "introduced" ourselves and chatted a little. We laughed about how we'd grown up in the same town and always known each other but never really talked. Over the next few days Quincy kept coming back to the restaurant and we kept chatting until we finally exchanged numbers...and the rest is history!