Today is the 19th anniversary of Ted and my first date…crazy, hard to believe, because really, doesn’t that make me, um, old? I mean, come on now. It’s not truly possible. If I were 21 then, and it was 19 years ago, that would make me, um….40. Wait, I do seem to remember a big 40th birthday bash for me last December, so yeah, I guess that’s right.
Anyway, 19 years ago, I went on a date that would change my life, because it was my first date with the man who would become my husband, my partner-in-crime, my love, my best friend. I think if I knew then what I know now, it would have been too much and I would have passed out. I mean, we were in our early 20s, neither of us thinking that this would be “the one”, both of us just looking for fun and dating, and maybe a few smooches in the bargain. And look, we got so much more. 🙂
Happy date-a-versary, Sweetheart. I love you more than my shoes. And my books. And my CDs. And anything else that I have that I love a whole bunch. You rock.