We're getting married!

The year was 1940. The place, South Carolina. He was a mill worker and I a rich girl, but our parents didn't approve. When Noah left to serve in World War II, I thought it might be the end of our love affair. But when he returned to our small town years later, on the cusp of my first marriage, it soon became clear that our romance was anything but over.

Technically speaking, we met at the East Side Middle School when we were 12 years old. The story stops and goes on a short hiatus for the next 10 years. *10 years later* (Boy) Alex had plans to get dinner with an old friend who had just moved into the neighborhood. Little did he know that (girl) Alex had planned to crash that dinner. Not because of any romantic interest, but because the restaurant had awesome pizza. Nobody could have predicted this seemingly innocent dinner would set into motion a series of events that would take us here, to our wedding. It started with taking improv classes together at UCB, playing the characters of two people who weren't interested in each other. The charm and wit of (boy) Alex made him irresistible (so he claims). The rest, as they say, is history.