Zubair and I knew each other for a long time before there was any romantic interest. In fact, I was good friends with his sister first. Then one summer, we worked at the same place with plenty of opportunity for alone time. We fell in love over art and food. That was eight years ago.
We weren’t a couple the whole time before we got married; however, our paths seemed to cross whenever we were in Windham at the same time. And we talked on the phone for hours when were apart. A great friendship developed. I always had butterflies when I saw him again. Finally, I realized that I didn’t want to live without him anymore. I knew he was my one and only. (I’ll save the rest of the story for another time.)
Happy Birthday, Babe! You are a wonderful husband and father. I love you!