Five years ago, Jeffrey invited me to his birthday party at Olive Garden. We had been school friends since the fifth grade, but this was the first time he had ever asked me to anything outside of school. The afternoon of his birthday party I went to the mall with a friend and picked out a new shirt.
I was nervous and giddy and anxious and excited. I found a black tank top that I layered under a green cardigan with dark wash jeans. I wore my hair down and straight and put on a necklace I had worn to homecoming the year before. I chose everything I wore so meticulously, wanting to look effortless, but painstakingly paying attention to every detail.
That's what I'll call the beginning of it all. I think we both knew in those moments that we were very much into each other, but it would take us another month to make it official. And here we are five years later, preparing for marriage, starting our lives together, and loving every minute of it.
Happy Birthday, Jeffrey. I love you.
I was nervous and giddy and anxious and excited. I found a black tank top that I layered under a green cardigan with dark wash jeans. I wore my hair down and straight and put on a necklace I had worn to homecoming the year before. I chose everything I wore so meticulously, wanting to look effortless, but painstakingly paying attention to every detail.
That's what I'll call the beginning of it all. I think we both knew in those moments that we were very much into each other, but it would take us another month to make it official. And here we are five years later, preparing for marriage, starting our lives together, and loving every minute of it.
Happy Birthday, Jeffrey. I love you.
2 comments:
awhhh this is sooo cute. you write sooo well!!!
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Aww :) I was at that Olive Garden birthday party! So happy for you guys.
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