It was the summer of 2000. I had a bakery. He would come in for bread and granola before we had even met. Once we had, he would come in more frequently—coffee, muffins, cookies…”any reason to come into your shop,” he told me years later. He made dinner for us on our first date. Food, wine, cooking together, long dinners sharing our stories and our hopes and dreams...four years and many dinners and bottles of wine later, we eloped. It was a little rushed. We planned to meet in Hilton Head, SC. …