I spent a good hour this morning looking through old photos trying to locate one from when Eric and I first started dating. Ah, the days before digital photography!
(we were just kids! 21-year-old kids, but still.)
Ten years ago we passed each other on campus, I was on my way to a party and he was heading home. I asked if I could stop by later and he said sure. We were just friends at the time, but I had a huge crush on him. Two hours later I was sitting in my friend Kerri’s room deciding whether or not to call, it was 2am after all. I called, he picked up, and we spent the rest of the evening on his couch talking.
It turned out that he liked me too. :)
Our first date was to the St. Petersburg Museum of Fine Arts to see “Sewing Comfort Out of Grief: The Oklahoma City Children’s Memorial Art Quilts” and we held hands while admiring the old photography collection.
And here we are, many dinners of lobster ravioli later… happy ten years, Eric! ;)