Marylouise and Thomas McKillip, Albrightsville

I knew my husband when we were children. I was 10 and he was 13 when we met.

His niece was my best friend. His sister lived up the street and he would come visit often. We would take his nieces and nephews, my siblings and various neighborhood kids to the local playground and watch them, taking a picnic lunch for everyone.

We were great friends for several years, but then grew apart and went our separate ways.

He married and started a family and I dove head first into my job.

Eventually we discovered we worked for the same company, where we saw each other on rare occasions. I took a managerial position with the company and relocated to another state.

Over the years we thought of each other and would hear about each other through family members.

Once day I saw his profile on Facebook, so I sent him a friend request and he immediately responded.

He called me five times that first night until he reached me and we spoke for some time.

The next night we spoke longer, the following night even longer!

I learned his wife had passed away a few years before and they had a daughter and a son. I told him I had a daughter I had adopted at birth and raised as a single parent.

We saw each other over Thanksgiving weekend and he accompanied my daughter and I home to spend a week with us. He went back home, but we spoke all the time over the phone.

I invited him to join us for Christmas and New Years, and he did.

While visiting with us he connected with my brothers who were also visiting and who recalled him from when they were children. He met my uncle who is the patriarch of our family. What I didn't know was that since my father had passed away years ago, he asked my uncle for my hand in marriage. How sweet is that?

Later that night we danced to "The Prayer" sung by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli, after which he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.

Naturally I said yes!