Since it’s #nationalkissagingerday I thought it would be a good time to tell you a little bit about my husband, Scott, and how we met. We met in 2013 at a wine bar in Lincoln Park, where I used to live, and after that night we soon knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Scott was kind, easy going, a gentleman, a glass is full kind of person and had a smile that lit up his face. He was a smiler and I was a smiler so we spent our whole first date smiling at each other! I liked him right away and he never made me doubt that he was liked me or was serious about me. Eight months later, he proposed to me in front of the Bellagio Fountains in Las Vegas. Nine months after that we got married at St. Clement Church in Chicago and had a beautiful reception at the Hyatt on the Magnificent Mile. It was a crazy day, but one of the best days of our lives…that is until our munchkin came along. Two years ago, we welcomed our son, Jason, and finally became the little family we hoped, dreamed and prayed for.
I am originally from Texas so I did not come across a lot of redheads. So I was not familiar with the use of the word ginger. My husband is more of a strawberry blonde, but his hair was more red when he was in high school. Still, he is a redhead. When I was single I used to wonder who I would marry. I never imagined it would be a redhead. Largely because I did not know any. And now almost seven years have passed since I met my ginger and this year we will be celebrating our first milestone anniversary—five years! I can’t wait to celebrate.