Let’s take it back to August 16, 2008. Around 4am my Mom, Dad, Mr. H, and I packed up the car, bid farewell to Gwenny (their dog), and took off for Cape Cod.
We practically ran back to the restaurant, hand in hand, excited to share the news with my family. When I walked inside with my left hand in front of my face, my mom stared at me confused and unsuspecting, while my dad and Tony smiled suspiciously and excitedly. (Little did I know Mr. H had asked my father’s permission to marry me while I was at the store earlier that day. Of course my father, goosebumps and all, told him YES).
The Future H’s.