Rainy, yucky, chilly day. Needless to say, we spent the majority of the day inside.

However, on December 28th, 2001, Jack and I had our first date. We were married the following July, but somehow we end up forgetting that anniversary every single year. But we always remember and celebrate the anniversary of our first date. It was a memorable date in many ways–not the least of which was finding his ex-girlfriend hiding in his apartment when we got back there. Actually, the entire story of how we met and got together is pretty interesting, beginning with the guy who tried to shoot me when I was a street cop.

Unfortunately, it’s a little too late tonight to get into the whole story, so I’ll have to see if I can work up a better summary for tomorrow. :)

Anyway, since it was our anniversary, we braved the weather and went out. Nothing major or fancy–just some appetizers at a local sushi place, and then a movie. We went to see Marley and Me, which was a really great movie, and far more deep and touching than the previews would have one believe. One scene in particular really hit Jack and me hard because it was a damn strong echo of a very painful experience (FYI, the link will be a bit of a spoiler for the movie.) But even without that, I think that anyone who remains dry-eyed throughout the movie is obviously made of stone.


As a side note: Yesterday’s photo essay was taken by my husband a few weeks ago while we were having brunch at one of my favorite restaurants. I didn’t realize he was taking the pictures until much later, and I’d forgotten about them until yesterday when I pulled Christmas pictures off of his camera and saw those as well. I don’t think it would be possible to capture the moment any more perfectly.