**I wrote this post originally in 2013, but I thought I’d share it again on the blog with a few edits – it’s my favorite story and I thought maybe you’d enjoy it, too. :) I won’t be blogging next week, so I shall see you all the following week!! Happy 4th of July, friends!! :) xoxo
(Music? Yes.) Next week on July 3rd, Paul picked me up on a romantic date 9 years ago. He showed up at my parents’ front door, looking handsome as ever, with a bouquet of yellow lilies (he already knew they were my favorite.) That day was when I knew I’d marry him and take care of him for the rest of my life. Call me crazy, but it’s true. I even wrote it down in my diary. (Diaries don’t lie, you know.)
And then a year later, when so many people thought we were too young and probably just in a honeymoon phase, he took me to the same picnic spot and proposed. I was 20, he was 22. Just a couple of babies, but completely head over heels for each other (and still are!)
Each year on July 3rd, we try to celebrate in some sort of way, making the day stay a holiday to the two of us. The year after he proposed was the day I bought my wedding dress. And each year later we’ve either gone back to our first date spot or done something equally as special.
Where is this magical place you might ask?? To most people, it’s the farthest thing from magical but to me, it will always be a little extra special – Como Zoo and Conservatory in St. Paul. I don’t really know how to describe it, but every place we went to on our first date just holds a special place in my heart – even the specific Subway we went to for food for our picnic. Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in me, but I love July 3rd, I love Como Zoo, I love Subway, and I love picnics all because of this day.
Lucky me; Paul brought a camera on the day he proposed and made sure to take photos of me in complete shock and happiness. And he proposed through a homemade book – he knew me too well already. :) I’ve made copies of the book, but the originals are tucked away in our big safe, to be enjoyed and read for years to come. :)
His photos and rhyming were just the bee’s knees.
(That’s my mom and dad…)
Oh my goodness, 22-year-old Paul is too funny.
Clearly I was still in shock.
But I was also pretty happy. :)
Cheers to us, Paul – love you and our life together more than anything.