For those of you who don't know, here is the story of how we met. We worked at my Mom and Step-Dad's business. He was this super quiet guy in pink flamingo socks and wolverine like side burns and boy was my interest piqued! I tried for years (no lie), to get Mike to go out with me. Eventually my persistence and borderline harassment paid off. After only a few times going out together, I asked him to come on a business trip to Spain with me. He seemed fun, and there's no better way to get to know someone than to travel together. He said yes, and a week in Spain together was our first "official" date. Mike saw me in all my glory that week in Spain. At JFK en route to Spain I was so nervous I basically roofied myself for the flight over. I woke up mid flight covered in drool, drugged, and asked "are we there yet?". I looked like a hot mess. In that week he saw me curse like a sailor, eat like a trucker, drink like a fish, get into verbal altercations with grown men about how much the Yankees suck, and he watched me shake my booty to the beat of a good song every chance that I got. It was clear that he was a little shy, and I was NOT. He wasn't scared away by my crazy antics, and less than 24 hours back from Spain he called and asked to meet for dinner. The rest as they say is history. For the last 10 years we've loved each other unconditionally through what have been some really great times and also some really hard painful times. It's not always sunshine, rainbows and puppies. What matters most is we've grown to love and accept each other for who we are. I'm someone who gets hangry very easily and is wildly independent. He's incapable of putting dirty clothes into a laundry basket and has a temper. Together we're the dream team. We're excited to be able to share our special day with our friends and family. It's been a LONG time coming.