Who Would've Thought?
Ben and I met when I was a wee-little 19 year old and he was all of 20. We'd seen each other in chemistry class (that's right we had chemistry together - insert pun here) but didn't speak to each other until one night at a party. Our story begins with both of us being drunk, making out, and Ben throwing up on the sidewalk later that night. Most stories would end around that time too, but somehow the two of us have stuck with each other over the past 13 years. We've been through excellent times together and some less excellent times together but it still amazes me when I look at him and realize that he's a father - my children's father. Who would have thought that we'd end up here? And I can't help but think how lucky we are to be here.
Happy Father's Day, Ben!