How We Met

It was dark when I got home from work on a cold winter day in Boston. I grabbed the mail and trudged up the two flights of stairs (and past the stinky dog smell) to our apartment and collapsed on the couch. I began flipping through the Pottery Barn catalog while planning my funeral with my dwindling energy, until...



Suddenly, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I FELT ALIVE! [cue the angels, the tachycardia, the sweet, sweet feelings of everlasting love, maybe dancing camels...] I never thought I would be one of those people who fall for a chandelier, but I had. It had such a romantic, deep base color and curves that only dreams are made of. I swooned at all of the perfect crystal balls that floated like bubbles while making dozens of fish-eye reflections of the room.



Not to mention the fact that I knew it would look great in our dining room. (I had yet to find a dining room or a house to put it in, but that's beside the point.)



So in love and more every day.