speaking of romance
Today, March 1st, marks the anniversary of a significant event in my life. Six years ago, Crystal and I went on our first date. It was pouring rain that night. If memory serves me right, Louisville, where we were living at the time, got a total of ten inches of rain that night. That's the kind of thing that can kill a date--and a relationship--but despite the fact that we were both soaked, that the streets were six inches deep in water, that my shoes, socks, and even my trousers were wet up to my knees, and that our umbrella was totally useless, we laughed about it. I already knew Crystal was special, but this helped confirm it.
We dined at Utopia, a restaurant serving eclectic international cuisine, and then saw the flick Jerry Maguire. Your typical dinner-and-a-movie date, really, aside from the rain, but we had fun and enjoyed talking and looking at each other over the table.
Since our first date was on the first (and easy date to remember, I always joked), I got in the habit of giving Crystal a little gift on the first of the month. Six months after that first date, I gave her an antique wooden box containing an engagement ring (that's a story in itself, actually). Less than nine months after that, we were married. I'm truly blessed and fortunate not only that we were both among the statistically insignificant number of people to marry for the first time in our 30s (I have no idea if that's true or not, BTW; it's a Simpsons reference), but to have won the heart of such a fine, beautiful, intelligent, loving woman.
We celebrated by going to our favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner, and now that the girls are in bed, we're going to watch Jerry Maguire again. So y'all please excuse me while I wrap this up. Good night!