Doug and I met in college. At a party. At a bar. His fraternity's party. It was the end of the night. He stopped me on my way out of the bar and asked me for my number. I had never seen him before in my life and I gave him my number but then switched the last two digits at the last minute. The next night, I saw him again. This time, he was clean-shaven and looking VERY handsome. He asked me why I gave him the wrong number and I couldn't even think of my name at that point. I was just looking at his eyes and feeling really nervous. I said I didn't know. He said the number was for another girl named Meghanne (I'm assuming spelled differently) but she had a boyfriend and wasn't at the party last night. Long story short, I gave him my right number and the rest as they say is history.
When we started dating in February of 2000, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I still do.
Looking back, I always smile. Looking around at the family we've made today, I can't wipe the grin off my face. My heart is filled with so much love and I'm surrounded by the three most handsome men in the world.
Today I got a very special gift from my littlest man. Today his eyes opened a little bit when we were on our tummy time mat. When I rocked him to sleep, I finally got to watch one eye-lid close slowly as he fell asleep. It was the most magical gift I could ever receive.
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