SEVEN!

Seven years ago today I went to dinner and the Fringe Festival on a first date with a man. I was nursing an injury after being hit by a car riding my bike and it hurt to think about leaning over for a kiss at the end of the night, so I blew him one instead. He took it to mean I wasn't interested. 

Seven years and two kids later, I think it's safe to say he was wrong. Happy First Date Anniversary, pookie. I love you more each day.