This was a special weekend. The Patriots won!! Haha just kidding. Yesterday was the 7th anniversary of my first date with my favorite man ever! 7 years! To be completely honest, I forgot about it, but Scott woke me up yesterday and reminded me by giving me a kiss on the forehead and whispering, ”happy 7 years baby!”
I paused..really? I guess, really, wow, has it really been 7 years? SEVEN?
This is the first pic I can find of us together, this is just days after our first date 🙂
Scott and I met in a mysterious way, but in really it was at a Dave and Busters in Dallas on February 1, 2008. I can remember the scene—the door opened on a cold winter day and I was wearing a white wool coat (okay, I only remember what I was wearing because Scott reminds me of it often) and I smiled charmingly at the man who was to become my husband. Honestly, the rest of the time at D & B was a bit of a blur but I do remember a flirty game of Pool after we ate dinner that lasted over an hour. I don’t think games usually take that long…maybe we were a bit distracted? 😉
After pool Scott didn’t want the night to end. So he asked me if I would go with him to Cafe Brazil. We went for a cup of coffee and for a long conversation—so sneaky of him! We spent the next few hours at a Café Brazil talking about life, our jobs, our hopes, our exes…everything. We clicked! We could have gone home and left it at that…but this was different…This was the beginning of forever…
So here we are seven years later after the first date. When he reminded me of the date, I made a joke about a seven year itch. Scott looked at me, smiled and said, “I haven’t even begun to imagine an itch.” I smiled right back and said, “me either.” And you know what? It’s true. With my whole heart I swear it—I love that man more today than I ever have before.