That's right, 7 years ago I went on my first date with this guy:
|Taken November 2005 - WOW we look young!!!|
It was 2005; I was 24 and he was 25. He took me to the Cheesecake Factory. He drove a red Mustang (I had a blue one!) and wore a shirt that was nice and tight on his ginormous biceps. It was a striped Abercrombie polo. He ordered a strawberry daiquiri, and I laughed. He got ketchup on his arm, and I laughed. He told me he was a vegetarian - and I laughed. Until I realized he was serious. I tried to kiss him when he dropped me off - and he laughed, as he pulled away when I went in for the kiss. That denial is still a running joke 7 years later.
One thing I remember so vividly in the years since then was how much I laughed and smiled that night. It's like my heart already knew what it would take me nearly 18 months to figure out - I had met my match. My equal. My partner. My love.
In fall of 2007, he proposed.
In fall of 2008, we had our first wedding, in India.
|2008, Rockefeller Center|
|2009, honeymoon in Jamaica|
|2011, corn maze|