When I was a little girl, my dad tucked me into bed one night while my mom was out of town on a business trip. I climbed into my parent’s bed, got under the covers, and asked my dad to tell me a story. I asked him, “How did you and mom meet?”
Here’s the CliffsNotes version of the story he told me (probably to get me to be quiet and go to sleep):
At a restaurant, both he and my mom were dining in for breakfast — separately, of course. He sat down a few booths away and noticed they had both ordered scrambled eggs. But what really caught his eye was that she ate her eggs with ketchup, and SO DID HE!
And so they met, fell in love, and got married.
Dad denies this story when I ask him about it. He says, “Tiff, I never told you that. Everyone eats their eggs with ketchup.” Well, Dad, I don’t know why I would make that story up . . . but now I know why I eat my eggs with ketchup.
So the real story is that they both worked at American Express. Someone told my dad to “go check out the cute Asian girl in the copy room.”
And so they met, fell in love, and got married on May 15, 1982.
Now you know why I stick to my version of the story.
Fast forward 30 years to today. Not much has changed . . . they still like ketchup on their eggs :) Happy 30th Anniversary, Mom & Dad! Thank you for showing me what love is.