The day I met your father

Dear Baby Z -

It was four years ago today, Aug. 3, that I met your Daddy for the first time. You don't get details yet -- maybe I'll tell you all about the lovey-dovey, happy feelings when you're in your teens and about to break some girl's heart.

Suffice it to say, it was a blind date at a baseball game in State College, Pa. A mutual friend set us up and pretended to watch the game as we sat next to each other exchanging small talk and then jokes. I felt so comfortable with this guy so quickly. I literally had my feet up and just kept sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye.

That first date went by too quickly.

We had a second date that included him traveling more than an hour -- and meeting my parents for the first time -- to help me move.

Our fourth date or so, in exchange for the moving, I was his date to a friend's wedding.

And the rest is history. A sometimes fast-moving, sometimes up-and-down love story.

We got married last Sept. 26 and I know that's our "real" anniversary.
But for me, Aug. 3 is the beginning of the rest of my life. Just like some other August date (your birthday, silly!) will forever change my life and give me my best job title -- Mom.

Just as I knew I would love your father for the rest of my days, I know now that I will love you unconditionally until the end of time.

Love is the best gift you can give someone. Thank you (and your Daddy) for spoiling me.

Love,
Mommy