My husband and I met in the 7th grade. He was the son of a weatherman who knew how to keep his cool. (His legs cool, in hot pink shorty shorts!) I was the quiet girl with the bad perm who was always dishing out the desserts. What I couldn't say with words I said with marshmallow squares, it was love at first bite.Hubby and I celebrated our EIGHTH wedding anniversary this weekend. (Can you believe it?!) No, we haven't been dating since the seventh grade but we were high school sweethearts. We separated at the end of senior year. We each experienced our share of heartthrobs and heartaches over the next few years and it was so great for us, in the long run, to have that time apart. Now, I can't imagine my life without him. My husband is the funniest man in the universe. Not only can he make me laugh in any situation, he offers me constant creative encouragement. He even forgives me when I accidentally call him "kitty" (Kitty, Sweetie, you can see how I would make the mistake, right? right?) And, this weekend, when my suggestion for the perfect Saturday morning breakfast to celebrate our wedded bliss was "Chick-fil-A" he was happy to make the drive. Happy Anniversary Sweetheart, I love you more than food itself!