Today is a special day. Monumental, if you will.  

Patrick and I met nearly 10 years ago at a coffee shop on Calhoun Street in Charleston, SC. He would be my manager, and later my boyfriend, fiance, and finally my husband.  

Although I laid down my coffee shop apron years ago, he has continued to wear it; sometimes with joy, and other times with disdain. In more recent times, as we have seen undeniable success behind the camera, the smell of coffee on his clothes has become a complete nuisance.