Eight

When I woke up on Thursday, December 4, 2003 in my small bedroom in the small house I shared with two other roommates during my last year of graduate school I could not have predicted that that day was the first day of forever-and-a-day. 

My first date with my future husband was eight years ago yesterday at a First Thursday party off of South Congress Avenue in Austin, Texas.  It was magical then.  It's magical still.