5 years ago today, my dear friend sam shoved me out of his car in front of club cafe, despite all of my hemming and hawing that i didn’t want to go, that i wasn’t going to meet anybody, that there was certainly nothing good going to come of me at a bar on friday the 13th.  but i had made a deal with him.  i was a month or so into a 6 month pact to find love before sam would support my decision to give up on it entirely and go straight to baby-making.  so, in i went, still hemming and hawing, but in i went.

and 5 years ago today, i met my wife.  my best friend.  my co-mom.