See, Brian was supposed to be the rebound guy, the one who helped me remember that dating could be simple and fun after ending a two-year relationship. And cut to twelve years later...
Married with a daughter and a shared propensity for goofy selfie faces (poor Grace got it, too).
So how'd that happen?
Was it his way with words? Nah...the first thing he ever said to me was, "Hey, you had my mom...as a teacher." Nope, not it.
His unyielding attempts to woo me? I paid for our first non-double date since he forgot ("forgot"?) his wallet, so no.
His philanthropy and overall good influence? Our first date *may* have been the first time I threw back a shot (or nine), so it wasn't that, either. (Sorry, Mom!)
It's simple enough. Brian makes me laugh. And not just giggle, but a full-on wheezing, snorting, tears-falling belly-laugh.
And I've always played it safe, always done the sensible thing. He pushes me to push myself...and if I don't, he's not beyond a well-placed shove to get me started.
It's because of Brian that I've done thrill rides atop The Stratosphere in Las Vegas, gone snorkeling during a downpour in the Bahamas, and flew above the water while parasailing in Key West, and it's because of him I've had someone to hold my hand through it all.
It was obvious early on that Brian would challenge me because we're so different from one another. What wasn't initially clear was that we'd complement each other because of our similarities. He loves animals...
...and a good drink...
...and beautiful locations to experience together...
...and he is so utterly smitten with our little girl. He has been from the moment she arrived.
What started as a what-the-hell type of date to occupy my mind has become one of the greatest treasures in my life. We've been laughing and fighting and loving from the beginning, and I plan to keep laughing and fighting and loving with Brian, my perfect fit, until the end, too. 
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