October 10, 1990

It was 18 years ago today.

You came to pick me up for our very first date in your big, red Bronco.

The same one your sister and I would use later to sneak out while you were taking a nap.

You took me to a church youth service that wasn't.

We decided on ice cream instead. Marble Slab.

We sat on the bench outside and ate.

The air was cool. You let me wear your letter jacket.

We talked about Homecoming in two days.

Where would we eat? What would I wear?

Years later we would argue about which night was our real first date.

I still remember that night vividly. It was precious and innocent.

It was the very beginning of an amazing journey.

I can't imagine having taken it with anyone else but you.

I love you, my sweet husband, and I look forward to many more special memories in our lives ahead.

Originally posted October 2008 @ Mom in Transition