Matchmaker

Dearest Abigail,

There's something you should know.  You would not exist if it weren't for this woman:

That's right!  You met her a couple of weeks ago.  She's mommy's good friend Colleen and we spent time at her grandma's house looking at horses. . .

and walking outside. . .

and playing with flowers.

Well, Colleen just might be responsible for Mommy and Daddy getting together.  Here's the story.

A long, long time ago when Mommy and Daddy were freshmen in high school, Colleen came to Mommy and said "Greg likes you."  (Who's Greg?  He's your daddy.)  This was news to me.  Daddy was in my science class and I thought he was cute but I never imagined he'd like me.  Colleen wanted to know if I'd be willing to "go out with him."  That's what we called dating then.  I said "yes."

Little did I know that Colleen had a similar conversation with Daddy around the same time.  She told him, "Christine likes you.  Do you want to go out with her?"

So, without either of us making the first move, your Daddy and I were soon "going out." 

This lasted for about three months and then I broke up with your daddy because I met a boy who wore Birkenstocks and listened to The Doors while I was on a whale watching trip.  (Your daddy is not the Birkenstock kind.)

But the two of use stayed friends throughout high school.  We had a lot of classes together.  Eventually, we ended up going to the same university and we saw each other a couple of times while we were there.

The summer before our senior year of college your daddy sent me an email stating that he was starting an internet company.  He was dropping out of school and moving out of state.  I wished him luck, but secretly thought it was a major mistake to drop out of school (You know Mommy is crazy about education.).

Two years later your daddy emailed me again.  This time he wrote that he sold his company and was moving back home.  I was getting ready to move out of state for graduate school in a few months so I suggested that we get together before I left.

Your daddy picked me up in his green Ford Explorer (which I thought was so cool - I was ignorant to global warming and the imminent gas crisis) and we went to a restaurant/pool hall/arcade.  We talked non-stop during dinner and I remember thinking, "I want to kiss him.  Weird."  Your daddy impressed me with his crazy intelligence, understated confidence and kind eyes.

We got together again shortly after that and we've been inseparable (literally for a while, now just figuratively) since.  Your daddy visited me while I was in graduate school.  He made fabulous dinners for me and we had tons of adventures.  Then I moved back home, we got married and you were born.

And it's all because Colleen told two little white lies twenty years ago.

Love,
Your Mama