Today marks the 18th anniversary of Matt’s and my first date. Which means 18 years ago, right now, I was driving home from my orientation at the University of Illinois, nervous about the double date I was about to go on.
And because I was nearly 18, and it’s now been 18 years since that first date, Matt and I have officially been together for half my life. Crazy.
Looking back, I was pretty impressed with myself, as I’ve remembered to mark this occasion on the blog every year since I started it! Which is crazy, given that I sometimes forget to blog my offspring’s birthdays, or other major holidays, or even note our actual wedding anniversary on the date.
Here’s the most interesting of those posts from the past five years: the one where I tell the story of my husband, the pseudo-stalker.
This year, we’ll mark the occasion with a 5-year-old’s t-ball game and some Lion’s Choice for dinner, followed by Luke and Matt watching another baseball game and me taking the younger 2 boys home for showers and bedtime. Not sparkly and romantic, but perfect just the same.
And now for a little walk down memory lane…