We had met in passing years ago. Phill was one of the guys that cooked in the restaurant my father managed. They had a friendship, however, Phill and I did not. I moved back to Nebraska from California for school and one of the first things that my dad said to me was if you bring Phill home for Thanksgiving I wont be mad. I thought this was crazy as we did not have a relationship. This continued to the Christmas season. To which my response was the same. In January of 2017 was the first time Phill and I were introduced through friends. We hit it off immediately. He told me he would have to ask my dad permission before taking me out and since "permission" was given, we have been inseparable. I guess dads really do know best!