
10 years ago today Paul and I went out on our first date. He picked me up at my little ol’ house in Moorhead, took me to dinner at The SpeakEasy and we went to the movie, Chicago.
I can still visually recall exactly what we both wore that first night, my feelings of excitement as I tried to fall asleep after spending an evening with a man who was so kind, easy to converse with and treated me with much respect. Following our date, which I considered to be a enjoyable date, I impatiently waited for Paul to call me. It would take a few days, (he was working that weekend) but he called me the following Monday. It was around dinner time and Paul wanted to know if I would join him for Chinese food at Nine Dragons.
Looking back, I should have known! I should have known, or asked many more questions, about the number of times per week he typically eats Chinese food! I was just smitten with this man and was over-the-top excited that he wanted to spend more time with me.
I can’t tell you what we did on our 3, 4, 5th or even 72nd date, but what I can tell you is that we both agree fate brought us together.
This past Wednesday night we celebrated the anniversary of our first date. We marveled at how fast the time has flown by. How fortunate we are to share each day with our best friend. We chatted about our three little miracles and the joy they bring to our life. We talked about family. We talked about careers. We reminisced about our early adventures together. We conversed, for hours. We enjoyed every moment of our dinner together, and appreciated the fact we could share a meal together, un-interrupted by our little ones.
We are thankful for the past 10 years. We are thankful for the growth we have experienced as a couple, as parents and as best friends.
10 years…and if I assume we have had Chinese food at least one time per week for each of those years, to date I have ate Chinese food at least 520 times. Ugh. I think I have a MSG allergy.