It was a normal day in February 1998. A friend of mine had asked me to go to an ice skating rink in Colmar, Pennsylvania called Melody Brook. We were hanging out a lot at the time, so I said I would. He was the type that would handle getting a group together to do things. Who would have known how that day would bring me to where I am now?
A few people were invited, including his cousin, Jennifer. I had heard about her before, but never had the chance to meet her. Upon meeting her, my first impression was that she was quite beautiful. And she had a wonderful personality. She was upbeat and fun. And ice skating around that rink with her that night was a true joy.
While I was impressed with her, I highly doubt she felt the same way about me. I wore this blue and black polyester shirt with jeans to go ice skating. While I liked the shirt, I know for a fact she didn’t. And while I know I must have seemed pretty goofy, she didn’t let on that she felt that way.
Over the next few months, Jennifer and I became really good friends. We would talk on the phone for hours at a time–sometimes late into the night. I remember one occasion when I had a bad day, and I asked her to meet me at a restaurant around nine o’clock at night. I just felt like seeing and talking to her would make me feel better. She agreed to meet me and my feeling was correct. She did make me feel better. And on that night, I knew I loved her, and I wanted her to be my wife.
Somehow, I convinced her that this was a good idea. Don’t ask me how I was able to do it. She’s beautiful, fun, a hard worker, and I could just go on and on. In October of 1999 I married her and to this day I have no regrets. She’s the best wife and mother of my children a guy could have, and somehow, I was lucky enough for her to be mine.
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