It’s been thirty-one years since I met Matt. …

I don’t usually know things like this immediately, but within five minutes of our first date, I knew I was going to spend my life with him. Looking at his face everyday still feels like watching the sun come up (and this from the girl who was certain that she was "too much of a handful”--as my step-father described me--for anyone but unavailable men who weren’t attracted to me). During a fight near the beginning of our relationship, Matt grabbed an egg and cracked it over his head. Shocked (and gasping with laughter) at his willingness to interrupt the fight with egg dripping on his hair, face, and chin, I thought, “What a guy."

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