We had our first in-person date after a couple emails back and forth on Match. Neither one of us wanted to be on Match, with him having survived a divorce and me in the thick of one, but both of us had friends who convinced us it would be "fun."
And then we found each other.
Ten years later, we have had beautiful times and sad times, we have grown together and hoped to grow as a family.
Tonight, we went for a walk in the same neighborhood where our bench was that we kissed on after walking and talking through a city neighborhood, coffee from our "safe," non-serial-killer friendly coffee spot meeting place in hand.
|On the bench!|
Then we went out for an impromptu fancy dinner, possible because we DON'T have kids.
We celebrated the ten years we have, the years to come, all we've experienced for good and for sad, and all the promise that lays before us. It was a great night. And now we go watch the end of Season Two of Game of Thrones (yes, we're horribly behind, don't spoil anything). A perfect end to a perfect night of celebration of our first date, our first meeting in person, the meeting that set off everything else that was (and will be) to come.
|Out to fancy dinner, my hair getting ever so slightly fluffier as time goes on.|