My husband (then boyfriend) was at my parents’ house, looked at a photograph, and said “Why do you have a picture of my grandfather?”

The picture was of my sister, mom, and me at Disney World when I was 6 years old. In the background is my husband's grandfather, who had taken his young grandson to Disney. We're pretty sure that my husband and I were within feet of each other when we were in first grade. (Sadly, my husband didn't make it into the picture). Then he went back to Virginia and I went back to New York.

We didn't meet until college.