If there ever was an accidental love story, it's ours. I knew of Taylor through a mutual friend, just enough to say hi or have a casual conversation, and eventually we became friends over the course of about three months. Nothing more and nothing less. We had hung out in group outings, taken a trip to Atlantic City, and hung out at his firehouse. We were planning another group trip, and in the end Taylor and I were the only ones that went. We were headed to Atlantic City again, and at first I thought it might be awkward but its AC and I really wanted to go. Taylor drove, and instead of the drive being awkward, it was comfortable and filled with conversation. We talked about our work, our families, and whatever else we could think of. It was pleasant and familiar. We both love to play roulette. So our first stop was the tables. If you have ever played roulette, you know that sometime you just have to switch tables. We were not together the whole time, we played at separate tables but we kept an eye on each other. We took a break to eat dinner, where the conversations continued from the car ride down. We played some more roulette, and then spent several hours just walking and talking. I didn't know where this night would lead, but I knew I did not want it to end. From that night we've been together. We fell in love. Could it get any better? Yes! Not only did Taylor and I fall in love, he fell in love with Charley. He fell in love with my side-kick, my number one. He fell in love with my spunky, outgoing, hard headed, sweet, beautiful baby girl. He knew that we were a package deal, and it was never an issue. My world felt complete. I was happy, she was happy, we were all happy.