6,570 Days Ago...

Jeff and I had our first date.  It was at the Fair.  He was in high school.  I was not.  Yes, yes...I am older, I robbed the cradle, blah, blah, blah, blah.  Jeff would say he was smart in getting an older woman, that he was Mr. Macho Man, blah, blah, blah, blah.  Truth is I went after him with a little help from a mutual friend, but Jeff made the call.  If I remember right (and he will correct me if I'm not) we talked for a long time during that first conversation when the date was made.  I really don't remember much about the first date other than I spit Coke in his face.  You see, my sweet hubby is a bit of a jokester when he's nervous.  Its his way to get through those moments.  We had just come off one of those rides where you spin and go in circles really fast and my whole body doesn't handle those rides very well but since I was on a first date and trying to impress, my dumb ass got on the ride.  I know what you're thinking and no, I didn't get sick but we did buy a Coke afterward to try and help settle my tummy down.  So we're walking and talking and Jeff is telling me about his sister Kim.  I don't remember exactly what he was saying that lead to this next part, but I do remember that as I took a drink of my Coke, Jeff said, "you see, my sister, she's not a girl".  My reply to that was Coke spewing out of my mouth.  I didn't know until later that when I did that, it didn't go straight out like I had hoped.  I mean I leaned forward to spit but evidently, according to my now hubby it went everywhere. We were walking side by side and it hit him in the face.  Oops!  That moment has been forever etched in my heart because I like to tell people, that's when we knew it was love.  Yea I know...on our first date?  We know it really wasn't however....I tell it like that because he called me for another date after that night so that's why I tell everyone "it was love".  My Aunt Andie took this picture of us at our first Christmas together (dating that is).  I love this picture--its one of my favorites.  I have it in a frame at work and in a photo album here at the house.  He's just so darn cute.  I am grateful to our friend Jonathan for helping to bring us together and very grateful to my hubby for not running far, far away when I spit Coke all over him.  Happy 18 years my Love...