March 17, 1967 --the day my parents met.
However, several hours later they spotted each other again.
My mother and her two friends were standing under the big clock at The Biltmore Hotel. My Dad, having participated in his share of Saki, sauntered right up to her and said, "Hey weren't you the girls we saw at the train station this morning?" My Mother looked up at the handsome boy with the smiling brown eyes and said, "Yes."
The rest as they say is history and so was John Potter... my mother's boyfriend at the time.
There's much more to the story of course. It's a story that all of their children know by heart. They've been married for over 40 years, have four children, six grandchildren and a seventh on the way. Their enduring romance inspires me every day to write happily ever afters.
Me? I believe in fate but on that cold, snowy spring day I think they had the luck of the Irish.