I don't know how I missed this! I think y'all know parts of the story, but here's the whole thing...

DH and I met when I was barely 18 (11.5 years ago), and he was 29, married 10 years, with 4 kids. I think the kids were 4, 6, 7, and 8 at the time. I went to work at the doorgirl (receptionist, cashier, checked id's) at the nightclub next to my apartments, and he was the valet. We were the only two employees who away from the inside of the actual club, and we had a lot of time to talk, and because fast friends. I started babysitting the kids, etc. We were all friends for about 2.5 years, then I don't relly remember what happened after that. I hadn't talked to him in about 6 years, I had gone to school, traveled, etc, then one night, a week after I had gotten back to San Antonio after working in Alaska for four months, my dad called and said 'some guy named Danny just called. You want the number?' Sure as heck did, you-betcha-siree-bob! So, I called him, and he was staying with his sister, having split from his ex-wife almost a year before. This was October 14, 2004. We moved in together just after Thanksgiving, he proposed on a moonlit beach on Christmas night during a trip to visit my grandmother. And we've just finally set the wedding date that is going to stick! August 13th, this summer.

The past year and a half has been really tough...dealing with the separation, and fallout from the split, the kids, our two miscarriages, plus all the stuff you struggle through in the first few years of living with someone. We make each other crazy at times. But I love him. I swear, I was created with him in mind, and him for me.

Good stories, everyone!

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