9 years ago tonight…
I went on my first date with this hunka hunka burnin’ love…
We doubled with some friends and went to Cafe Rio. El Jefe and I shared a chicken burrito, enchilada style. We went to a movie. He asked if it would be all right if he could hold my hand. Later on we went swimming in an indoor pool (after all it was March, in Utah, brrrrr). How brave was I to go swimming on the first date. My how things have changed.
About two years later he asked me to marry him on the 3rd anniversary of my return from Argentina. I said “Yes!” Everyone around us said “Finally!”
Two kids, one huge house project later, and here we are!
Chunk #1 is Amazed.
Chunk #2 is in awe.
El Jefe is suspicious.
(When I took this suspicious picture, I thought, “I wonder how many pictures I’ve taken of El Jefe in the driver’s seat?” Then El Jefe said out loud “I wonder how many pictures you’ve taken of me like this?” So I thought it was only fitting to attach this particular one.)
Happy 9th anniversary of our first date, Boy Sweetie.