My husband’s a man’s man. He really is.

The first quick glimpse I ever had of him was back in 1996, it was my freshman year at Brown and I had walked down with a bunch of my friends to inquire about rushing a sorority. Out of nowhere, these big MEN started running down the quad screaming. Welcome to college, right? We never met that night, and I never would have believed in a ba-zillion years that my husband was in that bunch, but he was in there. A quick glimpse of him…

And now, here we are… 13 1/2 years later, about to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary, and I never (ever) would have thought way back then that this man can sew, too (on top of everything else). His friends are going to KILL ME for posting this blog post (hehehe…).