Shamelessly copied from a previous thread on the subject, but none of it is different (except the ages of the kids, which I've edited), so....
My wife and I were friends in high school. We never dated (she actually liked my best friend, Bob). She moved away during our senior year and we lost touch.
Bob joined the Army out of high school and was stationed in Germany. When Iraq invaded Kuwait (back in the early 90's) he was sent to Saudi Arabia as part of Operation Desert Shield (and then Desert Storm). Unknown to me, the future Mrs. Q had moved back into the area and was in touch with Bob. He sent her a post card from Saudi Arabia. Part of the message said, "Eddie has my address, go get it from him". Since I still lived at home at the time, she knew my house and looked me up. She got the address and invited me over to watch the super bowl at her apartment. We started hanging out together and ultimately fell in love. A couple of years later I asked her to marry me. We've been married 19 years this coming September and have two daughters, 17 and 12 years old. I have Saddam Husein to thank
(ok, and Bob, too).
I got Bob back, though. When our oldest was born, I took a second job working as a waiter at an Olive Garden. I sliced my hand pretty badly one night and did some nerve damage. One day while walking with my wife and daughter in the mall we ran into another friend, Jenny. Jenny was friends with another girl that we knew from high school but lost touch with. I asked her if she sees Beth anymore and she said, "Oh, yeah, she works at the walden books over on the boulevard". I commented to Bob a couple of days later that, "Hey, I found out where Beth is. It's right across the street from my hand surgeon. I may stop in and say Hi at my next appointment." Bob went and saw her the next day and took her out for coffee. They've been married almost 15 years now and have 3 kids, one boy (my Godson) and two girls.
We all still get together frequently. Bob and his family, my wife's best and her family (their daughter is my Goddaughter) and our family all take turns hosting a dinner party once a month.
Sorry it's long, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.