If you'd asked me 5 years ago, Id've poo-poo-ed the whole thought of ME getting married. I hadn't actually given up hope on the whole love and marriage thing, but I was staring at 40 and I had adjusted myself to the idea of singlehood when Mr. Right came along. Frank and I met 3 years ago at the Santa Row Italian Festival. Rose and I were hanging out with our friend Peter who happened to be a long time friend of Frank and his family. I was strutin' a new pair of really cute high heels (of course), and we were on our feet all day at the festivial. Peter introduced Frank and I and we had good conversation and some laughs. The day turned into night and the festival was shutting down. Everyone was going to the resturants and dancing and Frank asked if Rose and I would like to go. At this point in the day, my cute high heels were killing my feet and I could hardly walk....how in the world could I dance!?! I explained to Frank that I would like to hang out longer, but my feet were aching and I had to go home. Frank and his brother Mike walked us to the car, and Frank asked me for my phone number. From there, our realationship began! It wasn't long after we were dating that Frank realized I always wear high heels even when I shouldn't. He told me he thought I was making an excuse about my feet hurting and he thought I gave him a bogus phone number that night. Now Frank always looks out for me and reminds me to where confortable shoes or all least brings some to change into. Now that's true love!

Our special day is approching quickly. Frank and I are very excited to celebrate our love for eachother with our family and friends.