100 Days

Today is the one year anniversary of our first date. (As a girl, I'm required to know these things.)

We went to Figgie's and then to Tim Horton's as you know. We hit it off so well that I didn't catch his last name. We clicked almost immediately and started having conversations that most people aren't comfortable enough to have even after they're married within a few weeks. We went on a week-long vacation together three weeks (or so) after we met. It's been a wild ride.

We've been thousands of miles apart. Dealt with some (of my) drama. Suffered from feline allergies.

We're celebrating this weekend by recreating that first fantastic meal I cooked. This time I'm not as nervous. I've realized that he'd eat a linen napkin if I prepared it properly. And this time, it's in our place.

It's worked out pretty well so far. I think I'll keep him. Which is probably a good thing since there's 100 days until the wedding.