Mr. Husband and I went on our first date.

It’s quite cute really, our little love story.  We knew each other in high school, flirted, but I was in a long term relationship with someone else, as was Brian.  On July 3rd, 1995, my long term boyfriend and I had finally broken up.  We weren’t terribly dysfunctional, we just had no future for the two of us.  I can remember during an argument he said "well, are we going to get married, what’s our plan?"  (he was 2 years older) and I had never even entertained the thought of marriage with him and I was like "uh…no."  We broke up not too soon after that.  Which was good because Brian and his ex-crazy-girlfriend and him broke up and there we were, magically together, thanks to some mutual friends.

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It was the evening of July 6th, I was working at a shoe store and Brian walked in.  I remember seeing him walk in and my heart fell to the floor with a loud, obnoxious thud.  I was so nervous and excited and pitiful, all those feelings rolled up into one sweaty mess.   

He needed dress shoes.  No really, he did.  It wasn’t anything romantic like "he bought a pair of shoes just to give him a good reason to come visit," because my husband??  Does not spend money unnecessarily, okay?  Even at the ripe old handsome age of eighteen.  Either way, I was there, helping him pick out a pair of black oxfords for work. 

He found a pair and then asked me me if I would see a movie with him that night.  I screamed calmy accepted his offer and went home and got changed and he was at my house and it was all pretty dreamy because truthfully I had a crush on this boy for quite awhile.

Two days prior we were at a fourth of July party at our mutual friend’s house on the beach and Brian wound up driving me home.  I can remember walking into my house and saying to my parents "you will NEVER believe who just drove me home."  When I told my Mom who it was I could see the excitement in her eyes.  Her thoughts of "good kid, Eagle Scout, nice parents, handsome and smart" were swirling around her head frantically.  She was almost as excited as I was.

We began seeing each other very seriously that summer before he left for college.  When he left I knew that this boy was something amazing.  My heart broke as he drove away.

Four years later, two months after college graduation, we were married.

And he wore those black oxford dress shoes on our wedding day.

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