Three years ago today, I met my husband (don't judge, that's like an eternity in Mormon years).
Yes... that's me on the right - the twenty-one-year-old with the braces.
And if you're wondering, the second I saw him across the dance floor (quite literally - we were a head taller than anyone else there), I thought to myself, That guy who looks like he's fifteen - that there's mah future baby daddy... mmmmmhhhmmmm.
See how mesmerized I was by him? Yeah, we were cool.
Okay, so I didn't really, but it sounded like a good thing to say.