I met my husband five years ago today in line at the post office on East 70th Street. Roni was a total stranger picking up printer ink; I was a smitten girl who stared willfully at the back of his head until he asked me to join him for a coffee.
The moral of the story? Love hides in disgruntled places.
(Wedding pics: Our Labor of Love | Decor: Cait & Jules | Calligraphy and initials: Me)
