Who knew that 14 years ago this evening, a chance chain of events would lead me to be at a party at a filthy student housing apartment on Brinkerhoff Street in Plattsburgh?
Who knew that I would meet a tall, quiet, dark haired guy in the hallway of that apartment?
Who knew that I would spend the next year of my life trying to convince him to be with me forever?
Who knew that he would be so eager to be convinced?
Who knew that 13 months later we'd get married?
Who knew that we'd get along so well, have the same sense of humor, get through rough patches relatively unscathed, and build a warm, happy life together?
Who knew we'd make such beautiful daughters together and love them so much it hurt?
Who knew that 14 years later, I would be swollen with his third baby and first son who could make his debut at any moment?
Who knew that it would all work out so well?