This week is so many milestones. I suppose I'll start at the beginning. Seven years ago on April 28th, S and I met for the first time. Through flirty Myspace messages, exchanging numbers, and subtle texting, a week later, I kept an eye out for a boy on a bike with a red beanie. We planned to meet at an Invisible Children event that raises awareness about displaced children in Uganda.
We met at 28* 36' 28" N, 81* 11' 43" W, at our Alma mater's soccer field where we slept on cardboard boxes and ate saltine crackers, like the children do. I walked to the edge of the soccer field to collect the big bottle of water, balancing it on my head, like the mothers do. We slept with our sleeping bags side by side that night, and the next day I dropped him off at his dorm, listening to his favorite songs on my way home.
Three days later, after watching a movie in my bedroom, we were in front of my house at night. It was seven years ago today that we kissed and he asked me to be his. I feel like it was ages ago but I can remember my emotions like it was yesterday.
And it was only last year that we celebrated our marriage, one day after I graduated college - the place where we met. It all goes back to these coordinates. They mean so much to me. I confided in a friend once about the importance of these numbers to me, and for our wedding day, she gave me a gorgeous set of stemless wine glasses with the coordinates elegantly etched.
This Monday, seven years after we met, we celebrated with a chilled bottle of a Malbec rose wine that we brought home from Argentina. I cooked S one of his favorite dishes, pasta carbonara, but this time with squid ink pasta. It was delicious and I have to say, one of the best times I made it.
Tonight will be quiet. No going out to eat, just a bottle of champagne from Brazil and tidying up the house for our visitors this weekend and our anniversary party. Not sure what else to say when I'm feeling so sentimental, so I'll end it here with I am so looking forward to celebrating with friends, again.