Yesterday and 4 years ago I met Jim. I'm pretty sure I've written about that before, I'll go look later. The short version is this: he was doing sound at a concert that I dragged Heather to. Heather knew Jim from her days as a Domestic Problems fan-o-mite; he ran the soundboards as they slowly became better known.
Heather was happy to chat with him and his friend after the concert. I was antsy to get out of there and move on with our plans.
Last night we were walking back from our playground adventure. Willa went up the big steps and down the big slide on her own, Jim and I had just - for the first time - felt the baby moving from the inside (!), Arlo was letting Willa walk him on his leash. Greta led the pack. Jim squeezed my hand and said, "who would have thought we'd be married, with almost 2 kids, and 2 dogs, and so happy?"