Toby and me in a photo Ed took in February 2006, six months after Ed and I met. We wouldn’t start dating until July, but clearly, I already very much liked him.
Ed and me in a self-portrait taken in July 2006 with Ed’s cell phone. We’d been dating for about four weeks. We would be married less than nine months later.
Five years ago today, I met Ed.
As you may recall, our meeting involved a park, two dogs and a pile of poop.
I never found the pile of Toby’s poop I went searching for after Ed offered me a bag with which to pick it up.
But I did find in Ed a best friend and my husband.
I still feel a little bad about the poop. However, I’d like to think whoever might have stepped in it would consider the trade of his or her clean shoe for our found love a good one.