Friday, May 6, 2011

One Year

It's been a year to the day since I stood on a corner in the East Village—too early for a first date—edgy and excited and not hungry in the least. It made dinner interesting when one of us was too nervous to eat.

After much hot sauce, and home improvement and concerts and good food and lazy Sundays and so much else, I'm glad to say we're still taking dumb photobooth pictures like our first one—from the second date.

Happy anniversary, C, I love you.

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