Ten years ago today I met Kevin. By early December I considered him my boyfriend (we'd only been apart one weekend), we moved in together the next March (much to my family's dismay) and we've been together ever since. My nonnie was concerned about Kevin because he wasn't "like us," which she explained was Sicilian and loud. He's quiet and not Sicilian or even Italian (gasp!). If I could go back in time, I'd tell my nonnie not to worry because despite having a quiet dad, both of our kids are loud. Her Sicilian heritage lives on.
In addition to me and the kids, here's what you get to come home to tonight, honey. I love you!