13 (lucky 13!) years ago, I met a boy with an orange mohawk and tattoos. (My parents were thrilled.) I didn't like him. He was kinda annoying and talked a lot. When I ran into him at a party, he poked me. And annoyed me some more. Then one night I met a friend at the drive-in movies. The boy with the mohawk was there. We sat in the back of his truck and watched Shrek. On our first year (dating) anniversary, he gave me a sunflower just like Shrek gave Princess Fiona. On our second year anniversary, we rode a carriage through the French Quarter and went on spooky ghost tours. I told him I was going to get married on Halloween 2004. Would he be there? If so, he should get to proposing. Nine years ago today, we had our spooktacular wedding: See my skeleton bride and groom over on the left? I love those guys! Seven years ago, we added a little pumpkin to our family: A...
wife. mother. writer. kidney transplant recipient.