These were the signs, that led me to marry my husband. He's my lucky number 3 cause third time is always a charm: When I first met Meko it was five minutes before midnight on December 31, 1991 and I was determined to find a man to kiss before the 1992 ball dropped. And there he appeared, right beside me at the bar, which I was clinging to as I sipped my Irish coffee. Mr. tall, dark and handsome, wearing a pair of Malcolm X glasses. The glasses were the first sign that led me to the road that I'm now traveling on. We kissed before exchanging names.

Two nights later, with the taste of that New Year's celebratory kiss still on my lips, I ran into him again at a neighborhood party. It was in Adams Morgan, in Washington, DC. There was a collection of artists, musicians and students in the crowd. Meko was wearing a green kimono. When we got into bed together later that night, I heard him send up a small prayer, as these words came from his lips, "oh please don't let this be another one-night stand."

We've been together 15 years now. That's a mind-boggeling number, isn't it? And we're both still trying to make sure it isn't just another one night stand. Happy anniversary, my Love.