Memory Monday on Tuesday

Today's memory is of the first Valentine's Day I celebrated with my now husband. It's hard to believe it's been thirteen years...we were freshmen in college and newly dating. Our college did not allow on campus freshmen to have vehicles. This roadblock left our dinner pickings slim....the dining hall or pizza delivery. But then we had an epiphany...taxi cabs. We made the call and were romantically whisked away. I remember sitting in the cab holding his hand feeling like such an adult (Ha Ha). The dinner was wonderful and one of our most memorable dates (obviously). Who would guessed what the future held for us. Thank you dear for being a better husband than I deserve most days and treating me like your Valentine all year through. Thirteen years later I still feel like that young girl in the car, dizzy with love and drunk with possibilities.