Josh and I should have crossed paths in our lives at least twice. We grew up living across a major road, we went to different school districts because that road divided the school districts. When we grew up and went to college, I lived with a group of girls that went to Loyola. Josh went to Loyola. The chance of Josh and I meeting the way we actually met was one in a million. We met through a friend of a friend who was dating Josh's best friend. I had to take the train all the way to Palatine with a slight chance I might get to meet Josh that night. It wasn't a set date. My friend and I were just heading out for the night and since we were in the neighborhood we thought we would call Josh's best friend to see if he can get Josh to come out. Let's just say we met that night. We introduced ourselves and that was pretty much it. He asked me for my number and we went on our first date a week later.
3 years and a beautiful child later, Josh asked me to marry him. He wrote a 4 page letter chronicling our history together and wrote down every feeling he has ever felt for me. I know that this letter is the beginning of our long and happy story together. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!