I just wanted to give a quick shout out to my spontaneous and sweet parents, who got married 31 years ago today. When they met, my mom was 21 and my Dad was a whopping 34 (busted, Dad!). He was much older and twice-married, but despite my mom’s reservations (and those of her well-meaning friends and family) she followed her heart and took a chance on my Dad. Two children and three decades later, my mom still laughs heartily at my Dad’s old stories, and my Dad still gets a glimmer in his eyes when my mom puts on a dress. She says that while he was not the person she ever imagined herself marrying, he was exactly what she needed in her life. Isn’t that often true of the people we end up with? Here’s to all of us finding a Karen to our Howard. xo