My heart pounding,…
 When I walked up to an angel.

 I asked her to dance.
She looked at me, with such lovely, love lorn eyes, smiled, and took my hand.

Then she grabbed my hands, put them together,

and said “You must be joking.

But she probably would.”

And that night, through the magic of a thunder storm, my mom’s van and quite a bit of beer, our family was born.